Tyrcestus took her hand to her mouth and kissed it.
"Well, I do. Not because of what you are but because of the fact you've done nothing but given me reasons to like you."
He sighed, then looked over at the others.
"Mind you, I thought you would be interested in someone... you know..." He searched for the word.
"...better..."

Gizzard looked like he was happy to shoot his mouth off, but a look from Vizard made him quiet.
Vizard studied the woman across from him and realised he had found the most dangerous - and therefore high-scoring - conquest, the femme fatale. He had a dangerous game to play now. But he loved women first of all, his brother second, and danger third.
So he was comfy with this.
"Well, we have just returned from a top-secret mission on behalf of his majesty the king," he said conspiritorially, flashing her the royal seal so she knew he wasn't just full of hot air.
"Here's the deal. You want to know more, you lose the garments, baby." She would either back off or bite, and he could work with either.

Hexy nodded, running her fingers along the flat of the blade.
"It suits you..."
Her fingers made it to Sean's arm and crept along to his shoulder before she stopped, and drank a pint in one go.
"I really have to stop doing that."

The man returned with the mead, while the slowed up the beating.
'Here's ya mead.'
Oran reached up and took the tankard from the guy. 'Thanks, mate!'
The men stared at him slack-jawed. 'Wasn't he tied up.'
Oran looked down, then back up. 'Yeah, I've been free for the last 30 minutes. I just didn't want to say anything because you were so proud of yourselves that I wanted to give you your moment.'
Before they could reply, Oran swung a foot up into one of the men's chins. Springing forward, he caught another with a right hook to the temple, then the last with a knee to the gut.
'Well, it's been nice fellas.' He said putting his weapon holders back on, along with his coat and hat. 'But I'll be takin' off now.'

Shaking Crystal's hand Steve asks "So Crystal, how could you were wandering out here all by yourself?" As his eyes fall upon the light glowing from her light blue dress. He broke contact before asking "What's with the light show?"

*****

Beelzenef slowly woke up and realized the situation he was in. He looked at her and said "Uhh.. guess we up..."

*****

"My flesh and blood, are trying to convince me or yourself?" Trent asked as he said as his hands slowly slid to his concealed daggers. He glanced at the newcomer and realized that he could very well be outnumbered in this situation. Thinking better he glared at the pair of them before saying "I don't about these archers or element fighters your talking about, but I wouldn't put much stock in Arisa's abilities. Those archers must be rookies if they couldn't touch you or this weakling, and that goblin probably didn't want to get sick from eating her."

Trent turned his back before walking down the alleyway and said as he left "Though I am surprised that she survived after that fire. She should have just joined her mother in death, cause she's no daughter of mine."

Zalia looked at Beelzenef and smiled warmly. "I suppose so." She replied. "We don't have to get up, if you don't want to get out of bed."

******

Arisa froze when she heard her father said she should have just joined her mother in death. She could feel the tears inch their way to her eyes, as her father walked away.

Arisa looked from her father, whom was walking away, to Zerron. The expression on her face was a mixture of shock and sadness. "I-I...." her voice trailed off, as her eyes moved back to her father....walking away. "He was supposed to teach me how to be an assassin, and to use my magic properly..." her voice trailed off again, as her tears began to escape her eyes.

Tyrcestus blushed.
"No... thank you."
He sat back and things were awkward for a while. So he decided to shatter it with the first thought that came into his head.
"Did you like seeing me without clothes?"
Smooth, boy. Smooth...

Hexy again went absolutely crimson and shivered.
"...When you call me your lady I think I forget how to breathe..."
Then Fweep started beating Sean over the head again.
"I think Fweep's getting jealous..."

A split second later, they were in a secluded room.
Gizzard leaned forwards eagerly while Vizard hung back, suspicious.
"Well... we're alone..." Gizzard said suggestively, raising his eyebrows up and down repeatedly whilst looking mischievous.

Clun stepped into the man's path, looking very affronted.
"That isn't very nice to say about your kid. She got far more balls than you do," he said, looking up at the man with only anger on his face, not a trace of fear. He refrained from attacking, though it was tempting to either web him up in a riddle spell or just go bash.

Arisa looked at Zerron, and nodded her head. "I...need..to...sit...down..." She said at length. She was both crushed, and relieved. She was crushed that her father thought so little of herself and her mother to go as far as to leave her to burn in the fire that destroyed the village...she was relieved that Zerron had stood up to defend her to her father. "Thank you." She said to Zerron. "I don't know what he would have said, or done if you had not stepped in when you did."

There was a loud creak as the door of the room opened.

"W-Who are you?!", echoed the voice of the pub owner, "What are you doing in my daughters room?".

Tsukiyo turned her head to give him a rather distanced look. Her face remained in its indifferent state as she looked back and fourth between him and his daughter.

"A-Answer me!", he stammered.

"I am the reaper known as Tsukiyo Minazuki", Tsukiyo said, "I have come to claim the soul of your daughter".

The pub owner took a step back in disbelief, a strange sort of panic enveloping his face. A long silence passed as the owner continued to back to the door.

"Help! Intruder! Someone help my daughter!", he yelled down to the lower floor where a number of people had gathered.

Arisa looked at her drink in front of her, then looked at Zerron. "The village was destroyed by fire, a few weeks ago." She replied, then looked at her drink. "I was separated from my parents. Truthfully, if I didn't have Shadow, I wouldn't have made it out of that fire alive." She sighed softly. "I'm a pretty sad assassin; aren't I?" She said, with a saddened expression on her face.

Tyrcestus got up, still in his pants, and ran towards the stairs.
"One moment, I'll see what I can do - Trinity, come on!"

Fweep seemed to glare, despite not having eyes, then recalled to Hexy's side.
"Bet someone like you gets lots of girls," Hexy mumbled.

Oran left the room, just in time to here the scream. He stopped in the corridor and cocked his head towards were the cry came from.
'Well, ain't this a happenin' place t'day.' he chuckled to himself, before in the direction of the scream.
'Might be good for a laugh.'

Arisa looked at Zerron, still with a saddened expression on her face. "To my father, I should have been more with all of the skills of an assassin...that way he wouldn't have to bother teaching me." She sighed again. "Truthfully...I've known that he never wanted anything to do with me and my mother...it was his family that made him be in my life...however much he hated it." She looked at Zerron. "I think my mother and I would have been fine without him."

******

Zalia rested her head on the pillow, and looked at Beelzenef. "Then I will stay here with you." She smiled gently.