Ashe stopped just as she took Dal's "share" and managed to overhear a part of the discussion between him and the bard. She began shaking her head before hearing Dal's "explanation" of her mask and saw that the bard had given them more money than what she took. With a chuckle, she headed back to the table just as she heard a scream and saw Fyr breaking one of the thugs she had beaten at gambling a few moments ago.

Making herself scarce, she went around the group when Griff appeared. A massive man, bigger than the thugs, came out from the backrooms, and Ashe's hand instinctively went to her dagger as she tried to go around the men. A quick slash of the throat, if she moved fast enough, would calm these thugs down fast enough... hopefully.

Just as she was getting close, Fyr did the unexpected: he talked his way out of a beating. The atmosphere relaxed immediately, with most of the bar's patrons going back to their business. Now that the crisis was averted and some coins in their pockets, it was time for the group to finally relax.

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As the excitement with Griff ended, the group sat together, seemingly enjoying a moment of peace before discussing what would come next for them. The atmosphere was filled with the murmur of patrons, clinking glasses, and the faint scent of ale.

Unbeknownst to them, a group watched from the shadows, their eyes fixed on Ashe and her companions. Each one of them, dressed in dark, dusty robes, shared a silent, determined resolve. The assassins exchanged knowing glances, ready to execute their mission when the time was right.

One of them stood up and brushed past the group before stopping just in front of the group's table. Taking a deep breath, the person dropped the robe off their shoulders, revealing a bald and naked woman. Every inch of her skin was covered in tattoos that flowed down her beautiful form. Looking at each of them in turn, the group, if perceptive enough, would notice that the tattoos on the woman were slowly starting to shine with a blue light.

The person's eyes, if one cared to look at them, were fully white and out of focus. For a few seconds, she just stared at the group before muttering something under her breath. Every few seconds, the muttering would increase in pace, and the tattoos, if noticed, would shine more and more.