[@Blesses Blight][@Crimson Crusade]
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[center][h2][i][color=f7976a]A Night To Remember III[/color][/i][/h2][/center]
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		[color=fdc68a][b]"How jejune..."[/b] Anath Homura intoned with a hint of irritation as she stared at the second alcoholic beverage that had been proffered to her in such a brief period, and shook her head slowly. She was already accumulating cups despite drinking not a single drop, and thus her anger was difficult to dismiss this time.

	Her hand hovered over the two cups and bottle before her which warped away afterwards; returned to their rightful places with a basic teleportation technique, and then she tilted her head with a curious look at the two behind the bar. She wondered whether it was a tradition amongst those that abandoned their homes to become bartenders? Was it merely coincidental?  

		Even after aeons, mortals left her bemused by their antics. Annoyed as well. Too much trivia and many mistaken views.

	[b]"Hmm... your divinity has been damaged - a shame. Why ask if I wanted a drink? Do you work here? How far have you fallen, far from home, forsaking your honor. Ah... I have no need to drink, but I believe I wish to rescue you, Daughter of Darkness."[/b] She said slowly in a solemn manner to the melancholic woman. Salvation was scarce, the world was relentless and savage to the spirit, yet as an adherent to honor, Anath Homura would aid this thief; this lost liar.

		Her gaze turned to the man called Corbin, and her single ruby-red eye silently said she held differing sentiments towards him. She was insulted when he handed her whatever like she were a witless and indigent imbecile instead of an ancient and exalted entity. The stench of sin that suffused him held her tongue, the taste of his taint was worse than torture and yet the tavern told her that she should allow any and all to come and go. How truly tedious![/color]