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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=ed1c24]"Foo! Foo!"[/color] Myra had said.
 
Myra quickly captured Vrexen and Astra’s attention. While Vrexen watched with interest, Astra did so with concern. It had been the first time either of them witnessed Myra in such an aggressive state.

“Uh…” The server had still been present, watching Myra fearfully. Lusha had heard the tales of demi-humans becoming savage beastmen in the wilds, and was afraid she had stumbled upon one in the company of this odd trio. 

[color=crimson]“Slave… Bring us food,”[/color] the woman caught the gaze of Vrexen’s narrowed eyes, his tone more frightening than Myra’s appearance. [color=crimson]“Or become it.”[/color] He grabbed a handful of the sliced pork belly and bit into it without an ounce of etiquette, only adding more to Lusha's feeling of unease. 

[Color=plum]“Please. Listen to him.”[/color] Astra warned in a serious tone. She wasn't one to save a life that wasn't her own, but she did not want to ruin the chance at having a peaceful night's sleep here at the tavern/inn. [Color=plum]“Did I stutter?! Fucking go!”[/color] Astra yelled, shocking Lusha out of her fear-frozen state. She initially walked away briskly before jogging through a door leading to  the back kitchen. Astra hadn't expected such a turn. Vrexen was always a bit frightening, but Myra? Astra had to assume that the mead was the culprit.

All the while, Vrexen was gobbling up the roasted pork, very pleased with its flavor and even licked his fingers. He could see why Myra desired more of this meat, especially with how little of it was served. Now he desired more as well.

[Color=plum]“I hope you two are happy..."[/color]

He had watched where the server had come and gone, and now Vrexen knew the source of the succulent meat.

[Color=plum]“She's definitely going to spit in your food…”[/color]

And now he had no need of the slave! 

[Color=plum]“Just next time, try to- Wait, what are you doing?”[/color]

As soon as Vrexen gulped down the last bite of pork belly, he stood up from the table with a toothy grin.

[Color=plum]“Vrexen?”[/color]

[Color=darkturquoise]“Myra!”[/color] He pointed toward the door leading to the back kitchen. [Color=darkturquoise]“Instead of waiting for that useless slave, [Color=crimson][b]we will take our food now![/b][/color]”[/color]

[Color=plum]“Wait, Vrexen! Just wait!”[/color] Astra also stood up genuinely trying to plead with him. [Color=plum]“Remember the power of amas. Remember that you wanted to see how it worked, right?”[/color] Vrexen's grin dropped as his excitement died down upon remembering that conversation.

[Color=darkturquoise]“Amas… Yes.”[/color] A low sigh escaped him before he rounded the table towards Myra. [Color=darkturquoise]“But if these small portions are what amas give us… I am not impressed. Myra, I order you to retrieve more delicious meat for us. Remove that cloth and take! Take what you desire.”[/color] He firmly pinched part of the collar of her dress to make it easier for her to simply slip out of it.

[Color=plum]“Don't, Myra.”[/color]

[Color=crimson]“Eat!”[/color]