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The Blue Moon Tavern

I tend to get continuity wrong, so… yeah if you see something off with how I order things you can just pretend I got it right. ^.^;

The Blue Moon Tavern

Ooooooh lol. Weird.

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I thought it was morning?

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I've never had a snow day before >.<. Then again, I can barely stand it when the weather gets into the 60s.

Long Live The Queen

Winter flinched away when the thief dropped a hand on her shoulder. She told herself the reflex fit with her cover, but… if she was being honest with herself, (which she wasn't) the action had been involuntary. Drained of energy, she could feel long-buried habits floating to the surface, and she'd yet to compose herself enough to shove them back down. Winter supposed she should be thankful that was the reaction that reared its head, and not a more… violent one. But soon enough the thief was gone, off to deal with the new problem. And then the knight she'd been tending to was speaking, surprising mirth coloring his voice. Winter turned to him to reply, but she was careless with it and swayed. The knight was quick to steady her, and this time she was guarded enough to halt any reaction she had, and keep herself still. Winter's skin burned where he touched her over the fabric of her clothes, his hands too heavy, too controlling, too… unwelcome. Winter typically did all she could to avoid touching others. The only time she allowed it was when she was healing or killing. And then he looked into her eyes and she had to try very hard not to glance away automatically. He was quite the gallant one, she mused to herself as he supported her with one arm and drew his sword with the other. A true knight of Waylox… I wonder if I will kill him. It took all of her control not to sigh in relief when he released her to return to his queen. With shaking hands, she pulled another vile out of her bag, this time filled with a pale green liquid and drank it. She could feel energy seeping back into her blood, and her hands were now steady. It was the best she could hope for, for now. She looked at the people around her, many of them springing into motion to combat this new foe. Even before she weighed the options, she knew which action she would choose: this shrinking violet of a cover would have no choice but to flee the battle with the queen. Perhaps she would be lucky and an opportunity would present itself, and she could be done with this assignment. Done with the resentment locked deep in her very being. She darted up beside the cloaked foreigner, Jolu, and gave a small bow to the queen. "Your Majesty," the words were bitter as they fell from her tongue, "I will just be a hinderance here in the battle. I can heal any wounded once we meet up again, but for now I think my place would be with your party as well, if you would have me."

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Kat pouted a little when her attempt at entertaining herself fell flat. Hel just huffed and flicked her in the face with his tail. Leave it to Naida to spoil her fun. Guess the big lug's not as dumb as he looks, she thought to herself. Still pretty dumb, she amended at seeing him practically throw himself at Bernard's feet. Old Rupert was kicking up a fuss over magic again (something to do with Sess and Naida, of course) but that's not what took Kat by surprise. No, instead it was the fact that in front of her stood the very rat she'd attempted to make mischief on, noble and proud like a champion home from war and holding a drink out to her. Kat just exchanged a look with Hel, eyebrow raised. The snow leopard's ears twitched in a sign of amusement. This is what you get. Turning back to Azzrix, Kat opened her mouth to say the first thing that popped into her mind (Your name is actually Sir Rat, the Inexterminable?) when Hel lifted his head and dropped its significant weight onto her lap, pinning her down to the seat. To anyone else it would just look like an act of affection from a lazy cat, but she knew the warning for what it was: Don't start any shit. So instead, Kat shut her mouth into a closed-lip smile and tilted her head in a mock display of friendliness. Though Hel was preoccupied making sure his charge didn't do anything idiotic, he still watched the newcomer with his silver eyes, always wary. "Already got myself a drink on your behalf," she said, holding up her tankard. "Thanks." Gods above and below, this guy was for real, wasn't he? The corners of her mouth twitched up at the way he oh so gallantly introduced himself, calling himself the 'boss' to the ogre who'd just rebuffed him. Maybe there was still fun to be had.

The Blue Moon Tavern

Darn. So close too!

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With any luck he should have an ogre coming by.

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Posted.

The Blue Moon Tavern

It wasn't long before Kat saw the blue sparkles that signaled the sprite had made her appearance. She considered flagging her down and ordering food if only to annoy Naida, but decided against it. Kat was bored, but not that bored. Besides, that imp would probably just spit in her food anyway. Kat raised an eyebrow when a walking, talking rat sauntered into the tavern, ordering a round for everyone present. Exchanging a glance with Hel (Is this guy for real?) she shrugged. If he was paying, she wasn't gonna turn down a meal. Not that the tavern actually ever made you pay. It was the principle of the thing. She motioned to a waitress skittering back and forth through the tables and ordered a drink and a healthy plate of food. She almost spat out said drink when an ogre of all things busted through the tavern door. Some dark newcomer to the tavern was already on her feet, blade drawn. Well, she's a twitchy thing. This would be entertaining sure, but Kat wasn't really in the mood to watch someone get slaughtered. "Hey," she called out, still leaning casually at her table, "big guy." She gave a short whistle and raised her arm above her head, beconning the ogre towards her with two fingers. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Hel looking up at her, decidedly unimpressed. She winked back at him and he just rolled his eyes with a huff. Still, his tail flicked back and forth across the tavern floor, the only sign that he tensed in case any trouble came from Kat's… socialization. "You looking for the boss?" she asked him. Gesturing with her chin at Azzrix, she continued, "That's him over there. They call him Sir Rat, the Inexterminable. He likes it when you bow and kiss his hand."