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Meyvitch tells you, "Where are you?"

Eastern Epitus Avenue.
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Snowflakes float down around you, colouring the world white. This wide avenue curves here, leading eastward away from the Delosian Market and southeastward through the buildings housing some of Delos' most famous shops. All the buildings are stone-built in a style unique to this island village; most are circular and all boast twisting turrets. Round windows of bright stained-glass are set deep into the thick walls at different, seemingly haphazard heights. Even the doorways are elliptical in shape. To the south, you see the world famous Arena and to the northeast lie the offices of the Delosian Lottery.
You see exits leading north (open pine door), northeast, east (open oak door), southeast, south, southwest (open oak door), west, and northwest.

You tell Meyvitch, "Delos. Sparring."

The deepening night provides hope for the coming of the dawn as the moon traces its path across the sky.

Meyvitch tells you, "Want a drink when you're done?"

You tell Meyvitch, "Well, I need a sparring partner first! How 'bout a drink in the meantime?"

Meyvitch tells you, "Sure!"

You tell Meyvitch, "Need to run to they valley for somethin' real quick."

You tell Meyvitch, "Meet me at the Black Flagon."

Soon...

The Black Flagon Inn.
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A large central bar of unfinished oak dominates the center of the room, bisecting it nearly in half, leaving only half a dozen feet or so on either end to cross around to the other side. A door opens in the middle of the bar, designed to allow one access into the center of the bar itself which seems to be stocked with numerous kinds of liquor. Leather-covered stools line the bar, and the room is peppered liberally with small wooden tables and chairs clustering in small groups in places where they've been moved about by the patrons of the tavern. In the far right corner of the room is a slightly raised platform, large enough to hold a baby grand piano and bench with room to spare. Spaced evenly around the edge of the platform are small frosted glass candle holders, each containing a small lit candle. The ceiling above the bar is covered by a low-hanging rack, which houses over a hundred glasses and tankards, the glass clean and glittering in the faint light of the room. Two large windows sit on either side of the oak beam-enforced door. Similar pieces of oak bisect the window twice into four panes of glass that peer out into the courtyard. A beautifully carved chess board is attached firmly to a heavy stand here. Hurriedly making her way between patrons, Rispina busies herself nearby. 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. There are 2 monolith sigils here. Parchment beginning to fade to the elements, a scroll has been left here. A large, circular bar of unfinished oak dominates the center of the room here. There are 4 leather-covered stools here. A simple oaken bin that reads 'Empty Glasses Here' is here. A black lacquered baby grand piano with a matching bench sits here. There are 7 plates of softened peppercorn cheese spread here. Hackles raised, an adult grey wolf sniffs the air for enemies. Meyvitch is here, sitting on a leather-covered stool. He wields a vicious yellow brown dhurive in his hands. 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.

You grin mischievously at Meyvitch.

Meyvitch smiles at you.

Meyvitch says, "Hey."

Meyvitch picks up a plate of softened peppercorn cheese spread.

Meyvitch sniffs a plate of softened peppercorn cheese spread, trying to decipher just what that smell emanating from it is.

Meyvitch takes a crunchy slice of toasted bread and smooths a swatch of peppercorn cheese spread on it before consuming that bite and the entirety of
the plate.

You have emoted: Angwe pulls a pale, featureless bone mask from his face as he approaches Meyvitch. "Hey!" he calls in glad reply.

Meyvitch tilts his head curiously at you.

Thoughtfully munching, Meyvitch says, "Hey! How are you?"

Kaleigh arrives from the south.

Kaleigh takes a secure brass keyring from a pack embossed with a rising sun.

Kaleigh unlocks the down door.

Kaleigh opens the door to the down.

Kaleigh leaves to the down.

The door to the down closes abruptly.

You hear the door to the down being locked.

Stathan arrives from the west.

Stathan stretches languidly.

You hear the door to the down being unlocked.

The door to the down is opened from the other side.

Kaleigh arrives from the down.

Kaleigh closes the door to the down.

Kaleigh locks the down door.

Kaleigh puts a secure brass keyring into a pack embossed with a rising sun.

Kaleigh leaves to the south.

Meyvitch inclines his head politely to Stathan.

Stathan presses the open palm of his left hand against the clenched fist of his right and bows respectfully to Meyvitch.

You have emoted: Angwe slides into the stool next to Meyvitch, resting his elbow on the bar. "I tell you, it's been crazy the last few weeks," he says, a shadow
crossing his face.

Your pose is now set as:
Seated on the stool next to Meyvitch, Angwe rests his elbow against the bar.

Meyvitch says to you, "Understandable."

You have emoted: Noticing Meyvitch's attention being drawn, Angwe glances over his shoulder. "Hey there," he says, waving Stathan over.

You say to Meyvitch, "It's fuckin' with my head! If Aryanne hadn't come visited me, I dun think I'd have had any sleep this week."

To the bartender, you say, "Grog, neat."

Glancing back at Angwe, Meyvitch says, "What did Aryanne do?"

You have emoted: "Ain't no grog," the bartender grunts in reply to Angwe . "What else you got?" the faun replies, a sour look crossing his face.

Flecking the darkened sky with streaks of orange and magenta, rays of early morning light streak upwards from a newly awakened sun.

Kaleigh arrives from the south.

The shadows fade, leaving your footfalls audible once again.

You have emoted: "Irruel's Brew," is the bartender's curt reply. "Mistress hasen't restocked the ales yet." Angwe sighs and shakes his head. "That's... that's fine."

Cupping his cheek, you mutter, "Least i... .omething a Co..cilor made."

(Duiran): Macian says, "Does anyone have a moment to ink me a shield tattoo, please?"

You get 200 gold sovereigns from a leather herb pouch.

(Duiran): You say, "Sure. Can you come to me?"

You pay 200 gold sovereign and receive a solid obsidian tankard full of "Irruel's Brew" vintage beer.

You place a solid obsidian tankard on a large, circular bar of unfinished oak.

(Duiran): Solaria says, "I can...oh, he has you then!"

Kaleigh nods her head at herself and dusts her hands off. She notices the others sitting at the bar, and smiles wryly. "She's working on that," she mumbles as she walks over to a table and takes a seat.

Meyvitch beams broadly.

Meyvitch says, "At least the menu has food again!"

You have emoted: As the bartender places a solid obsidian tankard full of "Irruel's Brew" vintage beer on a large, circular bar of unfinished oak, Angwe slips the man a small pouch of sovereigns. "Aryanne's a... personal friend of mine," he finally replies to Meyvitch. "Sweet girl. Gets my mind off shit."

Meyvitch gets some gold sovereigns from a worn traveller's pack.

Meyvitch buys a solid obsidian tankard full of "Irruel's Brew" vintage beer.

Meyvitch puts some gold sovereigns in a worn traveller's pack.

Macian arrives from the west.

Macian says, "Hello."

Waiting until he served his own drink, Meyvitch takes a big swallow. "Mate material?" he inquires of you.

Stathan presses the open palm of his left hand against the clenched fist of his right and bows respectfully to Macian.

Meyvitch stares at Macian and blinks.

You have emoted: "She's new to wolf life," Angwe continues, knocking a solid obsidian tankard full of "Irruel's Brew" vintage beer back. "But yeah, she helps
me out in spring... dun know if I'll be lookin' for a mate, though."

Turning on his stool, Meyvitch says to Macian, "How is it I've never noticed you're a grook?"

LOOK MACIAN:
He is a wise Yeleni resembling a Grook. Macian is short and broadly built, with sturdy arms and legs. His skin is a mottled greenish brown, and its smooth not-quite-slimy texture marks him as an amphibian. He is entirely without hair, and small gills can be seen on the sides of his long neck. His eyes, set widely apart in a broad face with high cheek-bones, are completely black. They appear to possess multiple lids. A slightly crooked nose, clearly broken many times, sits above a wide mouth filled with small, sharp teeth.
He is wearing:
a ring of pestilence, worn on a finger
an acorn brooch, worn on the shirt
a pair of wings of the eagle, worn on the back
a circlet of the will, worn on head
a suit of ring mail, covering the body
a gray wool pack with gull feathers, worn on the back
feathered pants of the raven, worn on the legs
a fireproof devil's coat, covering the body
4 silver rings, worn on a finger
a dark green, long sleeved shirt, covering the torso
supple black leather boots, worn on the feet
a pale, featureless bone mask, obscuring the face
a pair of diffusal goggles, covering the eyes
a necklace of purity, around the neck
a gold stud earring, worn on the ears
an iron ylem-binding gauntlet, worn on the hands
a green crystal amulet, around the neck

Pulling out a piece of parchment from her bag and placing it on the table, Kaleigh chuckles at Meyvitch's words. She nods her head at Macian and says, "Hello," before turning back to the paper in front of her.

Meyvitch glances at you again, raising his eyebrows and clearly trying to formulate a less insulting reply.

You have emoted: Angwe swivels around as well, already fishing a few inks out of a leather herb pouch. "Damn good question," he murmurs, furrowing his brow.

Your pose is currently set to:
Seated on the stool next to Meyvitch, Angwe rests his elbow against the bar.

Meyvitch says to you, "Everyone and their sister is turning into a wolf."

"Angwe, can I ask a favor?" Stathan asks suddenly looking towards you with a stern look. "The next time you feel like biting a guildmate, could you at least ask the Abbess for assistance before having her show up to you trying to rip someone to shreds?"

Your pose is now set as:
Seated on the stool next to Meyvitch, Angwe faces Macian with a few inks in hand.

Macian creases his brow in a frown.

Macian says, "Apologies."

Turning around again on his stool, Meyvitch mutters, "I wish I could turn into a fox!"

Macian says to Meyvitch, "To answer your question, I've no idea... I've always looked like one?"

Rising higher in the sky, the sun illuminates the land, confining darkness to the shadows.

Meyvitch shrugs helplessly at Macian.

You have emoted: Angwe stiffens. "Wasn't her business interfering," is his reply. His ears have pulled back against his head, the emerald light behind his eyelids roiling violently.

Meyvitch picks up a plate of softened peppercorn cheese spread.

Meyvitch gives a plate of softened peppercorn cheese spread to you.

Meyvitch picks up a plate of softened peppercorn cheese spread.

Meyvitch gives a plate of softened peppercorn cheese spread to Macian.

You say to Stathan, "And I'd 'preciate it if you dinnae- oh?"

Stathan nods his head at you.

You stare at a plate of softened peppercorn cheese spread and blink.

Meyvitch says to Stathan, "Leave him alone."

Meyvitch says to you, "Cheese. It's delicious."

You have emoted: Angwe snaps his jaws shut in inhales a deep breath, forcibly relaxing. "Just... dun ask me 'bout that right now, okay?"

Macian says to you, "I believe I've space on my left leg, when you've a chance."

You have emoted: Angwe nods to Macian, reaching behind himself to set a plate of softened peppercorn cheese spread on the bar. "Sorry I'm taking so long," he
says, forcing a smile.

You place a plate of softened peppercorn cheese spread on a large, circular bar of unfinished oak.

Nodding towards you, Stathan states. "Won't bring it up again. You've my word."

You say to Macian, "Hold still for me, woulja?"

Macian nods his head at you.

You gather together the inks that are needed in order to create the shield tattoo.

You gather the dry ink together in one hand, mixing them together into a morass of colour.

Raising your hand to your mouth, you begin to gently blow the inks into the air.

As he works, you say, "Ain't nothing wrong with defending a guildmate."

The ink momentarily swirls above Macian's left leg and then begins to adhere.

Concentrating, you force the ink to begin forming into the shape of a shield.

You say, "But there's history there... you ain't privy to it."

As the shield tattoo's shape is codified, the last of the ink leaves the air, and you pause for a moment to admire your handiwork.

His smile of satisfaction lingering, you say, "Trust me when I say it ain't for no reason I hunt Aarbrok."

Stathan says to you, "Understood."

With a stern look on your face, you nod at Stathan.

You say to Stathan, "Thank you."

Macian says, "I'm sorry to interrupt, I'll let you get back to it then..."

Macian says, "Thank you."

"No problem," you say offhandedly to Macian.

Macian leaves to the west.

You have emoted: Angwe swivels back around, finding a solid obsidian tankard of "Irruel's Brew" vintage beer waiting for him. "Why dun you have a seat?" he asks,
 his question directed at Stathan. "They're out of my favorite, but this ale ain't bad."

Your pose is now set as:
Seated on the stool next to Meyvitch, Angwe rests his elbow against the bar.

"I don't tend to sit next to the bar." Stathan remarks as he hops behind the bar. "I work it normally." Grabbing a rag he starts wiping the counter down before asking you. "Which one's your favorite? We've got a lot of brews in the works still. I can see if we can move it up the list a bit."

Jayke arrives from the west.

Meyvitch perks up a bit, looking expectantly at Angwe.

Exzuryx arrives from the ether.

You have emoted: Angwe grins as Stathan hops over the bar. "Thanks for the brews," he says to the other bartender, slipping the man a few extra coins as a tip.

Attaining her fullest glory, the shining sun sits upon her throne at the apex of her daily trek through the firmament.

You say to Stathan, "My favorite here? The grog."

Exzuryx shifts his eyes from side to side suspiciously.

Exzuryx says, "Hello."

You have emoted: Angwe glances over his shoulder, offering Exzuryx a nod.

Exzuryx places his fingers to his mouth, pausing for a moment before blowing hard, creating a sharp, carrying whistle.
A menacing black rojalli trots in, beckoned by its master's call.

Exzuryx swiftly swings up onto a menacing black rojalli.

Pressing the open palm of his left hand against the clenched fist of his right, Exzuryx bows respectfully.

Meyvitch turns as well, looking curiously at Exzuryx as if trying to remember him.

PROBE PLATE:
This plate of softened cheese spread has been sprinkled with both toasted walnuts and crushed black peppercorns. Baked just until the cheese is soft, this spread has been arranged on a plate with round, crunchy toasted bread chips. As a simple appetizer, this dish serves its purpose with ease.
It has 5 months of usefulness left.
It weighs 8 ounce(s).
It bears the distinctive mark of Auspicious Legacy, Abbess Kerryn Cardinalis.

Exzuryx leaves to the west, riding a menacing black rojalli.

Jayke looks about himself, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

Kaleigh smiles at Jayke.

Jayke chews thoughtfully on his lip.

Jayke takes a statuesque teapot with roses from a compact black leather pack.

Meyvitch creases his brow in a frown.

Jayke puts a plain wooden pot into a compact black leather pack.

Meyvitch sips from a solid obsidian tankard full of "Irruel's Brew" vintage beer.

Meyvitch says to Kaleigh, "I need to make a complaint against the Inn, by the way."

You have emoted: Angwe grabs a shred of bread from a plate of softened peppercorn cheese spread, smearing it across the plate to get it nice and saturated with cheese before popping it into his mouth.

Stathan raises an eyebrow at Meyvitch.

Jayke gets some gold sovereigns from a compact black leather pack.

The peppercorns add a bite of flavor to the warm cheese spread.

Kaleigh lifts her head. "What's that?" she asks.

Jayke chews thoughtfully on his lip.

Meyvitch says to Kaleigh, "I tried the hazelnut kawhe earlier...and got absolutely -Soused-!"

Stathan snickers under his breath.

You have emoted: Angwe cups his cheek, watching Meyvitch with a neutral expression as he noisily chews.

Meyvitch makes an indigintant little snort.

Kaleigh chuckles long and heartily.

You smile wryly.

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.

Meyvitch says, "Of course, I didn't realize how drunk I was until I swung at Spellshapers and missed. Many times."

Meyvitch sips from a solid obsidian tankard of "Irruel's Brew" vintage beer.

You have emoted: "Kawhe what gets ye drunk?" Angwe muses, going in for another scrap of bread. "Coulda sworn that was my idea."

Meyvitch says to you, "Try it!"

You drink from a solid obsidian tankard of "Irruel's Brew" vintage beer.

Meyvitch says, "It's quite nice, when one expects it. Can hardly feel yourself getting buzzed!"

Jayke looks about himself, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

Meyvitch says, "I just wasn't expecting it."

Kaleigh says to Meyvitch, "I'll make a note to pass on to my Aunt. Although I'm sure it was intended that way too."

Jayke drinks from a delicate, hand-painted porcelain tea cup with traces of rose-steeped green tea.

Jayke drinks the last drops from a delicate, hand-painted porcelain tea cup with traces of rose-steeped green tea.

Kaleigh grins mischievously at Stathan.

Meyvitch nods his head at Kaleigh.

Cautiously, you say, "I dunno... not good to mix too many kinds of alcohol, you know."

Kaleigh shrugs helplessly.

You say, "I oughta wait until I finish my beer, at least."

Kaleigh says, "We like to offer a variety."

Jayke drinks from a delicate, hand-painted porcelain tea cup full of Golden-Dragon green tea.

Meyvitch turns back to the bar, perusing the menu.

Meyvitch gets some gold sovereigns from a worn traveller's pack.

Meyvitch buys a plate of squash filled with sausage.

Meyvitch puts some gold sovereigns in a worn traveller's pack.

Sagely, you say to Meyvitch, "Mixing liquors will make even a pro sick."

You have emoted: Angwe punctuates this bit of wisdom with another pull from a solid obsidian tankard of "Irruel's Brew" vintage beer.

Meyvitch picks up a piece of sausage from one of the acorn halves, licking off the melted brown sugar before he eats it. "Beer before liquor, never been sicker!" he agrees.

You grin and nod.

Stathan quietly clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth.

Stathan says, "If you'll excuse me."

Stathan leaves to the west.

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

You have emoted: "So, how 'bout you anyway?" Angwe asks Meyvitch, leaning conspiratorially towards the other Sentinel. "You asked me 'bout a mate, but..." He nudges Meyvitch's arm slyly.

Meyvitch shakes his head.

Kaleigh chuckles to herself and returns her attention back to her paper.

Meyvitch says to you, "Not found anyone yet since Arbre. Pr'ably won't for awhile yet. Rhine asked me for a date a few months ago, though. But she's with Carson."

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.

Meyvitch says, "And quite frankly, I insulted her when she asked me because I wanted to make her laugh so I went looking for dates."

Meyvitch says, "Because she specfically asked for a 'proper date.'"

You have emoted: Angwe nearly chokes on his beer. "C-carson?!" he exclaims. "The monk?!"

With a trace of anger, Meyvitch nods, muttering something impolite to follow.

Jayke glances briefly westwards and dashes off into the distance.

You furrow your brow and say, "Thought Emelle might have a bit of a crush on him, but she swears up 'n down she's not looking for another mate since that Rivas fella."

You have emoted: Angwe glances aside, muttering something similar to Meyvitch.

Meyvitch tells you, "Carson's scum."

You have emoted: Angwe glances aside at Meyvitch.

Stathan arrives from the west.

Meyvitch raises an eyebrow at you.

You murmur to Meyvitch, "What d'ya know?"

Kaleigh says, "Sorry, I'll leave you two, to your conversation."

Kaleigh stands and bows at the two men at the bar and leaves the Inn.

Kaleigh leaves to the west.

Stathan leaves to the west.

You have emoted: "You're fine, missy!" Angwe calls over his shoulder, though far too late.

With a sigh, you say, "Scarin' all the women off... no good."

Meyvitch utters a deep, rumbling laugh.

You drink from a solid obsidian tankard of "Irruel's Brew" vintage beer.

A sip of this beer gives a complex mixture of refined flavours. Unmistakably beer, yet far from the standard brew, the beverage reveals a surprising amount of depth and tastes, all smoothed and shaped to a pinnacle by the aging process.

Earthy, loamy aromas rise up from this aged beer.

At normal volume, Meyvitch says to you, "He has a habit of cheating on his women."

You quietly click your tongue against the roof of your mouth.

Meyvitch says, "Kerryn, for the most part, I'm afraid."

You have emoted: "Mo'gnea needs another cheater like she needs a toe on 'er hoof," Angwe grunts.

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

You silently summon the shadows to soften and conceal your footsteps.

Meyvitch gives you a puzzled look. "In aetolian?

You say to Meyvitch, "Mo'gnea. It's, uh..."

You say, "Me and Emelle's name for one 'nother."

Comprehension flashes across Meyvitch's face.

Intrigued, Meyvitch says to you, "Another cheater?"

You ask Meyvitch, "Well you know how Arbre and Rivas got together, dontcha?"

Meyvitch's face contorts in an earnest grimace.

Meyvitch says, "He set my head on fire."

Meyvitch says, "And she attacked me."

Meyvitch says to you, "But no, not sure how they got together."

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

You have emoted: Angwe expresses his opinion of -that- situation with a disgusted grunt. "Much as I could like that guy..." he murmurs, shaking his head. "Anyway, he was with Emelle at the time. Had her take his name 'n everything."

Faint whispers slip around the room nearby as the cold of night wraps itself around the building.

You have emoted: "Second Arbre lifted her tail to 'em..." Angwe snaps his fingers to punctuate his point. "Dropped 'er like a fly in a game of Frog Bait."

You have emoted: Angwe grabs a handful of cheese and bread from a plate of softened peppercorn cheese spread, shoving the mess wholesale into his mouth.

Your pose is now set as:
Seated on the stool next to Meyvitch, Angwe licks a mess of cheese and peppercorn from his hand.

You have emoted: After a moment of noisy chewing and a gulp, Angwe begins licking the mess from his hand.

Meyvitch blinks at Angwe, his mind a million leagues away. Then he blinks again and returns to the conversation. "Ah. That is an appropriate metaphor, isn't it. She's got a cub now. Fuzzy little thing."

Meyvitch picks up a plate of softened peppercorn cheese spread.

Meyvitch sips from a solid obsidian tankard of "Irruel's Brew" vintage beer.

Between licks, you say, "I seen him."

Meyvitch smears the cheese spread on some bread with his fingers, then decides eating off his fingers is more appropriate than the bread.

Deepest Stygian night steals over the land as the symbolic hourglass empties and turns, ready to begin a new day.
It is now the 13th of Midsummer, year 391 of theMidnight Age.

You smirk and say, "Rivas seems convinced you've got it out for the cub."

Meyvitch sneers arrogantly.

Meyvitch says to you, "Rivas can shove his head up Lady Iosynes' ass."

You have emoted: Angwe snorts with laughter, spraying cheese all over the bar.

Meyvitch leans away from the faun as cheese goes all over, snatching up an empty plate to shield himself.

You laughingly say, "Don't tempt 'em! Crazy 'Norian might like it!"

Innocently, Meyvitch says to you, "What, don't you think he'd like those spinnerets?"

You smile with a wink and say to Meyvitch, "Wouldn't put it past 'em."

Meyvitch lowers the plate, eyes darting about the inn. Deciding he isn't going to be struck down, he nods and lowers the plate. Turning to his own plate of spread, he picks it apart, removing flecks of half-chewed cheese and faun spit.

Meyvitch picks up a plate of softened peppercorn cheese spread.

Meyvitch spoons up mouthful after mouthful of tender squash and sweet spicy sausage, quickly consuming their entire plate.

Meyvitch puts a plate of softened peppercorn cheese spread into a worn
traveller's pack.

You have emoted: Angwe picks up what's left of a plate of softened peppercorn cheese spread, hunger in his eyes.

You take a crunchy slice of toasted bread and smooth a swatch of peppercorn cheese spread on it before consuming that bite and the entirety of the plate.

Meyvitch carefully lights a slender white cigarette.

You drink from a solid obsidian tankard with traces of "Irruel's Brew" vintage beer.

You drink the last drops from a solid obsidian tankard with traces of "Irruel's Brew" vintage beer.

You burp obscenely.

You say to Meyvitch, "Alright, brother... I gotta go for awhile."

Waving his hand to Rispina Meyvitch calls for an ashtray.

You pick up a solid obsidian tankard.

Meyvitch says to you, "Aww. Alright. Take care of youself--and don't cross the monks."

You have emoted: Angwe tosses a solid obsidian tankard at a simple oaken bin, the cup clattering loudly as it lands. It's a wonder it doesn't shatter.

Meyvitch transfers a cigarette to his mouth, slinging an arm around Angwe's shoulders for an awkward man-hug.

Meyvitch takes a long drag from a lit slender white cigarette.

Meyvitch exhales an invigorating cloud of smoke, redolent with nutty scents.

You have emoted: Angwe grunts, rising to his hooves. "Monks better watch themselves," he murmurs into Meyvitch's hair. "I ain't the only one in the Council who feels some kinda way 'bout the Witch."

Your pose is now set as:
Angwe is here, embracing Meyvitch in an awkward man-hug.

You have emoted: Angwe pulls away, placing both of his claws on Meyvitch's shoulders. "You be careful, too," he says. "Dun get involved with Rivas an' all that... ain't worth it."

You have emoted: Tilting his head to look into Meyvitch's eyes, Angwe asks, "Alright?"

Your pose is now set as:
Angwe stands next to the bar, his hands on Meyvitch's shoulders.

Meyvitch nods his head at you.

Squeezing his friend's shoulders, you say to Meyvitch, "If he comes at you again, I got your back."

Meyvitch smiles and says, "I won't let myself get set on fire again."

Meyvitch says, "No worries. I'm over her."

You bare your teeth at Meyvitch in a feral grin.

Meyvitch grins mischievously at you.

You have emoted: With that, Angwe slips away, pushing his way rudely through the evening crowd.

Meyvitch says, "Just tell me when you get the witch cornered again, before Kerryn tells me herself."

You exclaim, "Aight!"