Zerron, seeing Ty taking control of the situation and punching the father out, decided to leave everyone else to it since it looked like they had things under control.
Zerron got back and sat down next to Arisa, slamming the rest of his drink back.
" If I where you, I wouldn't go up there for at least a few hours. Sometimes it's best to just let others fight among themselves."
he ordered another drink as he looked back at her.
" this is where stealth would really cone in handy."

"okay, just don't let him take your soul....crap!"
Sean drew his dagger underhanded as he used the speed boost to get beside the girl reaper in order to hit her scythe off target, causing it to strike the side of the bed.
Where the hell did this girl come from? and don't you dare say anything... unless you have another way where everyone wins?
...
didn't think so. now if you would excuse me, I have a girl to save and another to keep busy...
he got into a fighting stance and got ready to fight.
"sorry, but it looks like I've been forced to fight you. I hope you can understand..."

Steve walked into the Ram's Horn and finds large crowd of people drinking. He see's Arisa sitting over in a corner with Zerron with a sad look on her face, so he decides to go cheer her up. He grabs three pints of ale and slides into a seat across from her. He places a pint in front of each of them before saying "Sorry about leaving you alone like that, saw someone who looked like they needed help." as he glanced between the pair "So what's going on with you two?"


*****

Beelzenef finished putting on his armor before he walked around to the side of the bed with Zalia in it. He flips back the sheets and scoops he into his arms before saying "Course it be love, cause Beelzenef be there take care Zalia till grow old." as he held her in his arms before leaning in and planting a kiss on her lips

Arisa looked at Zerron and nodded her head in reply. She looked at the drink that Steve had placed in front of her, then looked at him. "It's okay." She said to him, then took a sip from the glass. "My father was here...he's gone now...but...I truly have no desire to see him again."

******

Zalia wrapped her arms around Beelzenef's neck, and kissed him back. "I'm so happy to have you in my life." She said, as she looked into Beelzenef's eyes. "I'm happier now, than I've been my entire life."

Tyrcestus sighed with an exasperation that was almost crippling.
"Ok, well can't we wait for the first reaper to get done!?"
He shook his head. "Please!? Win or lose, you can just go nuts, but for the love of God can we form a damned queue!? IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK!?" he roared to no-one in particular.

Gizzard was now practically drooling, but Vizard put a hand on his shoulder.
"Ok, first bit of info," he said, his own eagerness shining through as the game started.
"We are on a top secret mission from the king. That's got to be worth something, right?"

With everyone either distracted by the hubbub, or seemingly too drunk to care, Oran vaulted the bar, and poured himself a jug of ale. What he probably should of realised is, that no matter how drunk someone is, a pirate in a deep blue coat, covered in flintlocks, helping himself to booze, is likely to attract attention.

Arisa nodded her head. "I don't want to repeat the 'tree falling incident'." She commented, then heard everything upstairs starting to get loud. She looked at Zerron. "Are you sure about letting Sean and Ty handle that alone?" She asked.

Beelzenef gently laid Zalia back onto the bed and said "Humans like goblins, and goblins like humans. But Beelzenef happy now with Zalia-love, and gether make land better for all."

*****

Steve polished off his beer before saying in a tipsy manner "This ale iz greet, I wander whut I should du next."

Zalia smiled, as she looked up at Beelzenef. "We can bring them closer together." She said, as her smile grew slightly.

******

Arisa looked at Zerron and nodded her head. "You're right...a fire more than likely would not be good." She said, then looked at Steve. "Maybe you should sleep it off?" She suggested.

Name: Saliin Doncester
Age: 22
Sex: Female
Weapons: Sickle, Ceremonial Knife
Class: Orphan/Priestess
Ability: Blood Contract (Contract made with a skeletal being, along with the physiological effects of losing the necessary amount of blood agreed upon in her contract the use of the contract lessens her life by half a year per summoning. At the end of her life she will take the place of the contract being. Her sickle becomes an enchanted scythe and her body becomes coated in chains. She has the power to manipulate sand, the blade of her scythe can turn enemies to sand.)
Dialogue: Bold

Spoiler:

Name: Grave
Age: Unknown, Appears to be mid to late 30s
Sex: Male
Weapons: Magical Grimoire, Shovel
Class: Scholar/Exile
Ability: Necromancy
Dialogue: Italics

Spoiler:

The bar was dimly lit, smoky and noisy. Grave disliked it immediately upon entry. But he needed to discover information and win these challenges otherwise he would be forced to continue his existence as an exile until it's conclusion. Coughing from just behind him and to his right, turning his hooded head he saw the young woman there. Saliin his companion in exile stood there in her ragged priestess outfit coughing as quietly as she could in the smog. Their eyes met and her arm fell back to her side.
"Forgive me." She said with the same delicate voice that had been coughing. He simply nodded in permittance. "Is it necessary for us to come here? Can we not get the same information here elsewhere?"
"A tavern is the easiest." He told her and she nodded, falling quiet. Making his way through the smoky room he went to a back table shrouded in darkness and took a seat his body completely hidden by darkness, the only evidence of his occupancy were his eyes that seemed to glow more the darker it got around him.
Saliin sat next to him patiently for a time then began to fidget in her seat, not used to the firmness of the wooden stool. She sat and suffered in silence while waiting for Grave to do something, anything besides just sit there and stare at the milling people around the room. The smoke caught in her nostrils, tickled her throat but she kept herself from coughing as best she could. As she spent more time in the atmosphere the more her body grew accustomed to and ignored it. Still she was bored.
He always did this. Drag her to some random place with no explanation to find something or other. Maybe it was a torn page from a long lost book, or some new exciting alchemy kit. She never knew what it was and despite her pestering he never said anything. The worst type of scholar, the one who hoarded his knowledge and refused to share any of it.
"Why are we here?" She finally asked him, her voice was hoarse due to the smoke.
"I'm waiting for someone." Was all Grave would tell her. So she continued sitting there in boredom, one hand idly tracing the pattern on the hilt of her ceremonial dagger while the sickle pressed itself tantalizingly into her thigh. A prick of blood wouldn't be enough of a sacrifice, but as the years passed her craving for the surge of power that filled her to replace her lost blood became stronger and stronger. There was no drug available that came close to it. She had tried many of them and had come away disappointed by each. Taking a few moments she marveled at the fact that her body wasn't craving some kind of altering substance for the first time in what felt like forever. She was clean once again, Grave had seen to the chemicals having been thoroughly purged from her body.
She let out a long, bored sigh and began analysing the tavern patrons.

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