[@Blesses Blight]
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[center][h2][i][color=f7976a]A Night To Remember[/color][/i][/h2][/center]
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		[color=fdc68a]Anath Homura had awaited a reply from the reticent bartender... as he tested her patience for a prolonged period of time. How many hours had passed? She almost huffed aloud when she swiftly processed the number, and ascertained that she was being brazenly neglected by this bogus bartender, realizing now why the tavern was nameless - always absent of appropriate service and professional staff.

	The Creatrix became content with watching others once more, observing much of the current commotion with her searing sight. Studying people proved an arduous challenge, as she became confronted with numerous errors while everyone engaged in communication: conveyed intent often lost in the clamor of otherworldly language. It was both brutal and beautiful, savage and serene, such a paradoxical performance played by hearts swollen with hypocrisy.

		Her children sought to connect to this cosmic chaos ironically called civilization, so abstruse and alienating, always straying from the Sacred Path... and she wondered why they would when it was annihilation which awaited all that were gathered in this tavern.

	[i][b]"Surely, you know the answer to such a simple question."[/b][/i] Anath Homura answered softly as she suddenly addressed that another had approached her. The thief that was fleeing from the fiend outside, alone and afraid, lost and lying as she spread sin along wherever she went. Honor must be upheld, thus the Usurper adopted an auspicious smile and adorned herself with an affable aura.

		[i][b]"I am Anath Homura, and I ask; how shall we satiate our hunger? How to quench our thirst? Shall we speak awhile?"[/b][/i][/color]