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[Color=crimson][b]Time:[/b][/color] Evening
[Color=crimson][b]Location:[/b][/color] Yenworth Tavern
[Color=crimson][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] Myra [@13org]
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[color=darkturquoise]“Astra... “[/color] Vrexen paused as he attempted to remain calm. He was not fond of how his new servant skirted the line of obedience. [color=darkturquoise]“Why are we not going to River Port?”[/color] With his tone, he demanded an explanation.

[color=plum]“Breecaush-”[/color] Astra tried answering with a mouthful of bread, but stopped when her eyes met Vrexen’s. She quickly gulped it down and cleared her throat. [color=plum]“Because Myra tossed Traven. You see Traven was only ever going to take us to certain places on the map. If we’re trying to reach that big tree, River Port is [i]a[/i] way, but not the quickest method of getting to where your buddies are.”[/color] 

[color=darkturquoise]“Hmm… Quicker is better. The war has already been declared and I must ensure victory for-”[/color] Astra cut him off and spoke quickly.

[color=plum]“Your side. Yes. Let’s not discuss the war too freely since lines are still being drawn. I don’t know Yenworth’s allegiance just yet, but I can bank on our next location being comfortable with whatever big plans you have.”[/color]

[color=9e0b0f]"Foo?"[/color] Astra raised an eyebrow as she faced Myra. She simply slid over the basket of warm buttered bread rolls towards Myra. Her expression was still serious from the topics being discussed with Vrexen.

[color=plum]“This is the best you’re gonna get until the real meal comes… Oh, but look at that!”[/color] She perked up as the waiter walked over with three tankards filled with mead. The waiter set one down in front of each of them with a smile

“Enjoy!” The waiter left the table with the patrons she was slightly wary of due to their appearances. How did they just walk around with no shoes?!

[color=darkturquoise]“What might this be?”[/color] Vrexen sniffed the tankard in front of him, taking in the sweet aroma. He was interested in tasting it, but there was a much more serious matter at hand. [color=darkturquoise]“And share what you know about the next location.”[/color] Astra grabbed her tankard and held it up.

[color=plum]“It’s deliciousness, BUT you can call it mead.”[/color] She took a swig of it’s contents before setting down the tankard with a smug smile on her face. [color=plum]“And the next stop is Aldrakh. It’s an orc settlement… Oh you both probably need a rundown. Orcs are big savage fuckers… and fighters of course. I’m not sure what they enjoy more, but those two are their main priorities. They’re very set in their ways, but they’re willing to listen to reason... some of the time. They actually might like your whole ‘we take what we want when we want’ and ‘dominance is the way’ talk.”[/color] She imitated Vrexen’s voice as she loosely quoted him.[right][color=crimson]50[/color][/right][color=darkturquoise]“And clothes?”[/color]

[color=plum]“Honestly, you can wear whatever the fuck you want over there. They don’t care and despite some of the smells it’s a good time.”[/color]

[color=darkturquoise]“And killing?”[/color] Vrexen had to ask which made Astra before taking another swig from her tankard. She briefly shut her eyes as if she could escape the conversation. She had always found Vrexen scary because he was always serious about the crazy shit he said. The was never a punchline with him. She leaned in so she could speak at a low volume.

[color=plum]“No. No killing. BUT there’s hunting and maybe they’ll let you fight and gobble up some dwarves if you ask ‘em. For you they’re like bite-sized snacks or something.”[/color] She chuckled despite how dark the conversation was getting. Vrexen was somewhat satisfied and decided to take a break from speaking so he could indulge in the mead. He grabbed his tankard and completely chugged its contents with no hesitation.

[b][color=plum]“Halastra’s cunt! Vrexen!”[/color][/b]