The Black Flagon Inn.
A beautifully carved chess board is attached firmly to a heavy stand here. A plain wooden chest is
here. Hurriedly making her way between patrons, Rispina busies herself nearby. A simple oaken bin
that reads 'Empty Glasses Here' is here. A small wooden table is here, 4 simple oaken chairs have
been placed at it. A square oaken table is here, 4 simple wooden chairs have been placed at it. A
circular oaken table is here, 4 oaken chairs have been placed at it. The image of an iron tower
looms large upon the face of a heavy metal giftbag that lies here. Massive paws treading lightly, a
dark wolf of monstrous size looks alert to his surroundings. There are 3 guardian angels here.
Preceptor Aren Yaslana, Morning Star is here. He wields a buckler in his left hand and a spiritual
mace in his right. Daskalos Qefin is here. He wields a spiritual mace in his left hand and a jewel-
encrusted buckler in his right. Ranger Serrice, Black Fox is here. Meyvitch, Fox of the Rhythm is
here. Zura Ani, Roux Aquila is here. You see a sign here instructing you that WARES is the command
to see what is for sale.
You see exits leading east, south, west, and up.

Aren taps Meyvitch on the shoulder, "You want a big boy drink, don't you?"

Meyvitch scowls miserably at Aren.

Meyvitch, Fox of the Rhythm smiles and says, "I'd prefer if you'd not refer to it like that, but yes,
 I would if you're offering."

Aren smirks at Serrice.

You have emoted: Meskhenet pauses in the doorway, glancing in. "Seems like a party almost.
"

Meyvitch carefully blows on a delicate, hand-painted porcelain tea cup, before taking a long swallow
of the dark, refined tea.

Meyvitch tilts his head curiously at you.

The body of Roux appears in a flash and her soul descends to fill it, causing the previously
expressionless face to fill with emotion.

Meyvitch shrugs helplessly at you.

Serrice returns Aren's smirk before hopping over the counter and making her way towards the entrance
of the Inn. "Perhaps we'll speak 'nother time," she calls back, to Aren and the others gathered.

Serrice glances briefly westwards and dashes off into the distance.

Aren wrinkles his nose in distaste.

You have emoted: Meskhenet chews on her bottom lip, pausing before entering. With a shrug of her
shoulders, she slides inside, finding an empty table.

Aren frowns at Meyvitch, "Well, she ran away with the drink..."

Meyvitch, Fox of the Rhythm says to Preceptor Aren Yaslana, Morning Star, "Soooo. Which drink were
you thinking I can't survive?"

Preceptor Aren Yaslana, Morning Star says, "I'm unsure what it was called actually...knocked Roux on
her butt though."

Preceptor Aren Yaslana, Morning Star says, "OH!"

Aren gives a dragonskin flask covered in emerald scales to Meyvitch.

Preceptor Aren Yaslana, Morning Star says, "That."

Meyvitch sniffs a dragonskin flask covered in emerald scales, trying to decipher just what that
smell emanating from it is.

Preceptor Aren Yaslana, Morning Star says, "Don't drink too much."

Meyvitch raises the flask in front of his eyes, eyeing it curiously. "Which dragon was this made out
of?" he asks, faintly impressed.

Meyvitch takes a sip from a dragonskin flask covered in emerald scales and their expression
unchanging.

Aren shakes his head, "Unsure really. She says it tastes like blood so I'm not drinking it.
"

You have emoted: Meskhenet smirks as she glances over the menu, commenting. "Knocks you on your ass
is what it does."

Meyvitch smacks his lips and coughs.

Meyvitch sways drunkenly and falls to the ground in an undignified heap.

Meyvitch stands up and stretches his arms out wide.

Meyvitch gives a dragonskin flask covered in emerald scales to Aren.

Meyvitch, Fox of the Rhythm says, "Drxgon's bLoooodd. All youry!"

Roux grows still and her lips begin to move silently.

Roux slaps a massive, dark-hued wolf with wings on the rump and sends it cantering off.

Roux is enveloped in translucent fire for a moment and is gone, her soul safe until she returns to
Aetolia.

Aren's eyes shift over to you, as if just noticing you, "I don't think I know you."

Spying a table void of patrons, a comely barmaid approaches it with a small bucket and a washrag.
With practiced agility, she scrubs its surface with the rag before stepping back into the kitchen
and returning without the bucket.

You have emoted: Meskhenet wrinkles her nose, setting down the menu as if now disinterested.
Glancing towards Aren, she shakes her head. "Dunno any of ya here, actually. Thought I would brave
it anyway."

With nary a whisper nor a sigh, rosy-fingered dawn creeps into the land, stealing the soul of the
night.

Meyvitch points to himself. "Meybitch."

Meyvitch, Fox of the Rhythm says, "Who are y *hic* ou?"

Roux pulls in a deep breath, straightening a bit. "Potent stuff, that." she says, swiping a hand
through her hair.

"You are brave." Aren agrees, coming up to the table you sits at, pressing himself in a bit closer
than would be comfortable for most, "Your name is?"

You have emoted: Meskhenet's eyes raise towards Aren, an eyebrow quirked up. "Meskhenet. But if that
be too much a mouthful, Mesk works."

Roux glances over the exchange before eyeing Meyvitch. "Can you stand?"

Meyvitch, Fox of the Rhythm says to Zura Ani, Roux Aquila, "I can ndot only staNd, I can walk.
"

Meyvitch, Fox of the Rhythm says, "Jusht buzzed."

Aren's eyes lift upwards in thought, "Meskhenet...hmm. Enemy of Enorian. I'm Aren Yaslana. Tell me..
" he says, sliding onto the table, taking a seat, "What did you do to get yourself
enemied?"

Putting proof to his words, Meyvitch manages to stumble only a little as he joins Aren and you at
their table and takes one of the chairs.

"Certainly sounds like it." Roux replies doubtfully with a small smirk.

Meyvitch, Fox of the Rhythm says to Zura Ani, Roux Aquila, "Join us!"

A comely barmaid deftly approaches a rather rambunctious table whose yelling and cantankerous
hollering can easily be heard from anywhere in the inn wielding four flagons by the handles in each
hand. "Another round?" she asks with a grin before supplying the hollering lot with their alcohol.

In a slightly bemused tone, you say, "To aren Apparently show up there. After years of visiting and
even sitting and talking with some of you. Bought a sigil one day for my beach, woke the next month
and was enemied.""

Roux rolls her eyes slightly at Meyvitch, slipping from her stool despite the expression and
strolling over, tail flicking to the side.

Casting off her final fetters, the luminous lady awakens fully, shedding her joyful light from
horizon to horizon.

Spying a table void of patrons, a comely barmaid approaches it with a small bucket and a washrag.
With practiced agility, she scrubs its surface with the rag before stepping back into the kitchen
and returning without the bucket.

Aren turns for a moment, glancing at Roux with a small smile when she approaches before focusing
back on you, "Syssin?"

You have emoted: Raising a hand to mess with a lock of hair, Meskhenet muses, "Why is it everyone
asks me that? Is that the first thing people assume?"

Meyvitch raises an eyebrow questioningly.

Meyvitch, Fox of the Rhythm says, "No, I thouhht it was CAbalist."

Preceptor Aren Yaslana, Morning Star says, "So which is it?"

Roux doesn't sit, and instead leans her hip lightly against Aren's knee, listening.

You have emoted: Gesturing with her free hand, Meskhenet asks, "Does your skills or class really
matter? I rather thought a person's actions should dictate how they are treated, not what skills
they happen to have. Especially since you can have just about any class if you really want it.
"

The corners of Aren's lips curl into a small smile, "What matters to me is if said person is settled
in that guild as well. In that case, then yes, it does matter."

Roux calls out for the aid of her guardian angel.
A flower of white light blooms in the air beside Roux, and a shimmering figure emerges from within.


A comely barmaid expertly weaves between the various patrons of the inn holding a rather large
platter of food aloft. Reaching the table, she places the dishes upon it with a smile, the delicious
aroma of the food able to be smelled even from where you are.

Daskalos comes out of his daze and moves to stand next to Aren.

Roux glances at her claws before she looks down, plucking at the material of her shirt with a faint
look of distaste.

You have emoted: Meskhenet lets go of her hair and raises both hands, showing them to be empty. "Hey,
 I purposefully entered with no weapons nor armor, merely looking for conversation. Believe me, I am
the least threatening person in Sapience. But I saw people I did not know, and thought I may as well.
" Gesturing towards all of you, she adds, "I was enemied, I am sure, merely for being associated
with the Syndicate yet. But I never did anything personally towards your city or its members.
"

"Your entire guild did something towards our city," Daskalos grumbles, glancing at Aren.
"Assassinations in the city, attempted theft, espionage... the entire lot of you should be disbanded
and destroyed."

Aren's head tilts, addressing Roux even though he stares at you with a small grin, "What do -you-
think laen? Is she so innocent?"

A comely barmaid expertly weaves between the various patrons of the inn holding a rather large
platter of food aloft. Reaching the table, she places the dishes upon it with a smile, the delicious
aroma of the food able to be smelled even from where you are.

You have emoted: Meskhenet glancing at Daskalos, she quips back, "I am not even three decades old,
and only a little over a decade around others. Should I be held accountable for other people's
actions in the past?"

"You should be held accountable for the company you keep," Daskalos says with a shrug, glancing over
at Roux as if waiting for her answer.

Roux flicks her ears, one brow raising in question. "I think the woman is here for a peaceable drink.
" she sates. "Whether or not she is innocent isn't something I'm prepared to judge at a moment's
notice without knowing more."

The sun begins her downward journey towards eventual sleep, casting even, full light upon the land.

Meyvitch, Fox of the Rhythm says to Daskalos Qefin, "If I'm held accountable for the company I keep,
what does that say about you?"

Daskalos rolls a pair of dice with flair. As they tumble to a stop, you see that one shows a two and
the other a six.

"I have no shame in my friends," Daskalos says as he glances over at Meyvitch, seemingly surprised
to hear the voice.

Meyvitch sweeps his hand out and grabs the dice before they can disappear.

Meyvitch rolls his eyes.
H
Aren can't seem to take his eyes from you, "I've always been curious about you snakes." He comments,
"How you can act so cool and innocent even in the face of your enemies. I know what you've been
trained for, little girl."

Meyvitch ponders the situation.

You have emoted: Meskhenet can't help but let out a burst of laughter at Aren's words. "And what
have I been trained for, exactly?"

Angwe arrives from the west.

"To befriend the enemy, to try and subvert us into doing something against our ethos," Daskalos
replies easily, as if it is common knowledge.

Meyvitch opens his hand, and seeing it empty, eyes Daskalos curiously, and then pokes him.
"Dice?"

Daskalos gives Izu-Ari's Dice to Meyvitch.

Meyvitch beams broadly.

Meyvitch rolls the dice in his hand, seeming a little surprised by the weight.

Meyvitch rolls his eyes at Izu-Ari's Dice.

You have emoted: Meskhenet snorts at Daskalos but keeps her attention on Aren, waiting for an answer.

Roux rolls a pair of dice with flair. As they tumble to a stop, you see that one shows a five and
the other a six.

Meyvitch rolls a pair of dice with flair. As they tumble to a stop, you see that one shows a six and
the other a three.

Meyvitch ponders the situation.

Zura Ani, Roux Aquila says to Meyvitch, Fox of the Rhythm, "I win."

The deepening dusk yields to impenetrable darkness as night claims the land.

Meyvitch's eyes narrow at Roux in challenge.

Tendrils of shadow creep toward Angwe's feet and legs, softening his footsteps.

Meyvitch rolls a pair of dice with flair. As they tumble to a stop, you see that one shows a four
and the other a four.

Roux rolls a pair of dice with flair. As they tumble to a stop, you see that one shows a two and the
other a one.

Roux snaps her fingers.

Meyvitch exclaims "Hah!" triumphantly at Roux.

Meyvitch rolls a pair of dice with flair. As they tumble to a stop, you see that one shows a four
and the other a five.

Roux rolls a pair of dice with flair. As they tumble to a stop, you see that one shows a four and
the other a three.

Meyvitch giggles softly to himself.

Roux inspects a pair of elegant ebony dice and expresses her opinion with an unimpressed "tch.
"

Aren's hand suddenly jerks out, seeking to grasp you around the neck, "Laugh at me again,
girl!"

Meyvitch stares at Aren and blinks.

Meyvitch begins to wield Izu-Ari's Dice in his left hand.

Meyvitch throws Izu-Ari's Dice at Aren, but it does little more than startle him.

Meyvitch, Fox of the Rhythm says to Preceptor Aren Yaslana, Morning Star, "Let her go."

Meyvitch, Fox of the Rhythm says to Preceptor Aren Yaslana, Morning Star, "This place is supposed to
be neutral. I'm not having Kerryn ban the lot of us!"

Meyvitch, Fox of the Rhythm says, "I like the eggs too much!"

You have emoted: Meskhenet merely sits calmly, making no action to defend or attack, waiting.

Meyvitch picks up Izu-Ari's Dice.

Daskalos glances at Meyvitch, moving to stand between Aren and Meyvitch. "I wouldn't try to
interfere, if I were you."

Jackson arrives from the west.

Meyvitch shrugs helplessly at Daskalos.

"'A hand or a heart that is locked into shape is a useless tool'," Angwe quotes as he enters, cloven
feet clopping loudly against the stone. "No matter how precious the thing it holds'")

You tell Jackson, "No matter what you see, do not attack."

Meyvitch turns, eyeing Jackson and Angwe as they enter. "Hey."

Ignoring everyone, it would seem, Jackson makes his way up to the nearest part of the bar by the
entrance. A happy-go-lucky grin is on his lips as he asks for a drink from Rispina when she passes
by him.

"Laen." Roux says lightly, rolling the dice about in her hand. She turns her head to look at the
Yeleni.

Angwe falls silent as he watches proceedings for a time. He greets Meyvitch with a nod and the
slightest of nods as he moves in his direction.

Aren's talons lock around you, "It's little brats like you who grow up and do the most damage.
Innocent my ass." The talons squeeze slightly, "I'm through saving any of you. I would rather be
your enemy straight off and leave it at that."

The stars wink into existence, familiar constellations illuminating the night with tales of myth and
legend.

You have emoted: Meskhenet's face pales, if possible, at the lack of air, but she still makes no
move to defend, eyes remaining on Aren's. Unable to speak, she signs, hoping that it can be
understood.

Meyvitch stands, shoving his chair back. He is entirely sober now. But glancing at Daskalos, he
stands his ground, fingers clenched.

You sign out: If you are going to kill me, do it and be done with it. But it will show that you are
the one who acted out of prejudice, not I.

Angwe places a hand on Meyvitch's shoulder. "Peace, Aren Yaslana," he says aloud. "That little
squeaker ain't worth the trouble, yet."

"Or you're simply trying to use this as an example to spread your artifice," Daskalos says gruffly,
looking at you. "What makes you think sitting there like a bump on a log prove anything but your own
weakness?"

Meyvitch relaxes a little and pats Angwe's hand with his stump. Grasping the arm of his chair, he
drags it back under his ass and sits down again.

The boy at the far end of the bar nurses his drink slowly, keeping an ear open towards the group.

Jackson eats a bacon and leek-stuffed chicken dish.

Aren gives one last squeeze of your throat and releases you, remaining settled on the table still,
"No point in killing you."

Deepest Stygian night steals over the land as the symbolic hourglass empties and turns, ready to
begin a new day.
It is now the 22nd of Khepary, year 387 of the Midnight Age.

Angwe gives you the once over.

You have emoted: Meskhenet grasps her throat, taking a few moments to catch her breath. When she can
breath again, she rasps out. "Firstly, I did not defend because I came here for a drink, nothing
else. Secondly...if I wanted to be what you so hate, I would just sit here in phase and watch
instead." She winces, and pushes out of her chair, chains from her outfit clinking against the table.
 "I think I have lost what thirst I had though, in being treated as such."

Aren slides off the table when you stands, "What a shame. You should come by again sometime." he
coos.

Reaching with idle claws, Angwe withdraws a rumpled dog-end from the depths of his coat pocket, at
least a quarter of the tobacco having been squeezed out. Still focused on the formerly violent
exchange, he plays with it absent-minded.

Meyvitch peers at Angwe suspiciously.

Meyvitch, Fox of the Rhythm says to Scout Master Angwe Arcan, "Can I bum one?"

Angwe nods slightly and slips his hand back into the same pocket, this time withdrawing a cigarette
case depicting a dryad's kiss.

Angwe opens a cigarette case depicting a dryad's kiss.

Slightly jealous, Meyvitch, Fox of the Rhythm smiles and says to Scout Master Angwe Arcan, "Where
did you get the case?"

"The valley," Angwe answers tacitly. "Mister Tanarian made it." Flicking the a cigarette case
depicting a dryad's kiss open, he presents Meyvitch with it's contents. "Clove or
normal?"

Meyvitch ponders the situation.

Meyvitch, Fox of the Rhythm says, "Clove?"

Jackson absently amuses himself with dragging some of the condensation from his glass across the
surface of the bar, drawing little shapes.

You have emoted: Meskhenet twitches and slides out from around the table, ensuring not to brush
against Aren or Daskalos for fear of inciting something anew. "I doubt I will if you are here, since
I happen to like my throat the way it is." With a glance at the others, she gives a lazy salute,
making her way hastily out of the bar.