[@BaalZhebub]

Lavender watched in silence as the man(?) named Mefy made his way across the tavern floor to the nervous one, when suddenly she realised another patron- a spirit of darkness, she presumed- was also watching the man. The moment he realised, he tripped and fell, which honestly amused her quite a bit. She glanced around, noting the new arrivals and more children who were talking about sleeping in the tavern.

([i][s]Speaking of sleeping, how long has it been since she actually slept?[/s][/i])

His desperate cries did not fail to reach her ears, though as she turned to stare at him, her gaze could only be interpreted as cold through the fox-mask of her’s. Abruptly she stood up from her chair, crossing the tavern…




[@themadhatter420]

…across the fallen man and his spilt drinks to the stage, where the feline was performing. Digging through her pockets, she eventually found a silver ring, embedded with small emeralds and jades. A lucky find from years ago, which she had kept until she had entered the tavern, polished and good-looking. She hoped it was at least of some value as she dropped it into the tip jar.