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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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The odd-tasting beverage that was the mead burned mildly as it went down into the pit of his stomach. Astra could not believe he had chugged the mead seemingly on a whim.

[color=darkturquoise]“Hmmm.”[/color] Vrexen could not determine whether or not he enjoyed the beverage. At least initially. The sweet taste with a slight bite. Lovely, yet not too inviting. Astra’s loud reaction was almost entirely ignored, and instead of addressing her, he stared at Myra.

[color=darkturquoise]“Myra. Why did you only choose now to speak?”[/color] The red-faced demon kept his three eyes on her. 

Astra simply stared at Vrexen and then at the empty tankard on the table. Mead wasn’t the strongest thing ever, but she was a little afraid of how Vrexen would react to the effects of alcohol. Astra could tell how dangerous he was and remembered how unstable the demon had become on the Malthemoor docks. He was frightening as he was but more so when we transformed. 

[color=plum]“I don’t think she’s good at it. Like a babe, y’know. She’s probably been alone for a long time without a soul to talk to.”[/color] Astra seemed to speak from the heart she did not possess. A smirk formed on her lips. [color=plum]“Maybe the mead will loosen up her tongue. Come on, drink up.”[/color] Astra mocked a toast by raising her tankard up towards Myra before taking another swig.

Vrexen audibly sniffed as his head turned towards the waiter, Lusha walked towards their table carrying their meals. 

[color=darkturquoise]“The woman is our slave, correct?”[/color] Vrexen asked Astra as the waiter set down the dishes with a bewildered expression. The roasted pork belly sizzled on the plates in front of Myra and Vrexen, while the cheesy prawns were presented in an oval serving platter.
 
“Slave?” She was offended.

[color=plum]“Vrexen…”[/color] These two would have her needing to talk their group out of all sorts of trouble! [color=plum]“I’m sorry, he’s drunk... Very drunk.”[/color] Astra pointed at Vrexen’s empty tankard with an apologetic expression before eyeing her dish. [color=plum][i]The only thing I have to look forward to tonight. He WILL sleep on the cold fucking floor![/i][/color]