Rheksas: This was not a welcome return to the snow. Rheksas still despised the north and its cold climes, thankful only for the warmth his armor gave him, sans his poor, scar-chewed arms. But there he was, finally returning to Traveler’s Rest after his long journey into Rembrant’s political intrigue. He’d slain many men, fought vampires, and escaped an erupting volcano, stopping only once the madwoman he’s been ushering across the continent became too injured to continue. It was in Lorian’s questionably capable hands for the time being, for Rheksas knew what had to be done. Pulling his patchy scarf up like a muffler across the lower half of his features, the black-clad warrior barged into the establishment like he owned it. Technically, he did. “I am returned!” he hooted to whoever would listen, his accented voice adopting a faux-singsong quality.

HoneyTiara: Asmara had seen the last of the regulars off after they ate with a smile and a wave, her skin color was currently a smooth cream tone, which she had willed to take color to hide her normal deathly pale purple tone. Her horns were hidden by a simple off white kerchief and her brand was covered in makeup that hid it completely. She was about ready to retire to her room to take a nice hot bath when the door was slammed open and a familiar voice filled the halls. She had been walking up the stairs when he walked in and she didn’t hesitate to practically fly down them to greet him, Boye running from her bedroom as well, beating her to the bottom of the stairs nearly tripping her in his excitement.

Esylana: Beruna was in the back, cleaning the dishes and putting away the unused food that was preservable for tomorrow, when she also heard the new voice call out. She sighed, sometimes a local would "forget" when the tavern closed, and it was always a hassle to get them to go home to their wives, and families. Such was the nature of such a thing, and as she came out to inform the newcomer that they were no longer able to serve drink, or food, she paused, realizing this wasn't a local, but a newcomer. And then she watched as Asmara simply ran down the stairs, and the way Boye was also responding with open excitement - this was someone they seemed to know. She bit her lip, hesitating and watching. She briefly considered turning and going back to work quietly, but her curiosity led her to stay put.

MrMurasaki: The man trotted through the snowy road, his attire was his usual but it seemed to be made of a thicker cloth. wrapped around his neck and face was a thick cloth scarf peering from it were eyes with a deep seemingly burning hue, under and around his eyes seemed to be charred and burned consistantly smoldering. He gripped and leaned onto the jeweled hand of his cane in his advancement, tall proper and professional despite the biting cold. As he approached the tavern he had no comrades he walked alone, no one would recognise him but the regality of his attire prominent. As he passed the stables his burned eyes focused on the door he was startled by a loud bellowing yet calm roar of Neesha, her deep dark eyes the only thing visable before her opened mouth. The man spun on his heel before her "Oh Beastie!" he slipped on his heel and fell, in his descent he gripped his hat with his caned hand and snapped the fingers of his other hand. In a plume of subtle purple flame merging with Purple Smoke the man was on his feet once again. "You could have at least made your presence known before you said hello. It is ever so dark out here." He tipped his hat gently to Neesha and then made his way to the door.

Rheksas: Rheksas was a strangely imposing man. While not particularly tall, muscular, or even remotely healthy looking if his pallor was anything to go by, the man walked with an air of confidence and power; the sly sort of strength that seemed to originate from knowing what others didn’t. Not to mention his armor was all black and he had a long sword strapped to his back, but that only came into play after folks generally got past his dreadful countenance. Rheksas defied all expectations and scooped Asmara up in a hug, lavishing affection on the petite, horned woman as Boye circled around his feet. “Well, it would seem I’ve spent some time away,” he said at last, releasing the poor tiefling from his grasp as he set upon patting his dog in the traditional manner of his people. It was then his dead, silvery eyes scanned the room, spotting a new face. Those orbs said nothing that his smile did not.

HoneyTiara: As soon as she had reached Rheksas she had been scooped up by him, pulled up to his chest. She in turn wrapped her own arms around his neck so that she could hold him easier. She was so happy she couldn’t find words that would come out without a sniffle following so she kept herself quiet for now. Though her glistening eyes and pure smile of glee have her emotions away. Even as he set her back down she did not stray far from his side, standing besides him as he set to lavishing Boye in attention as well. She watched him for a good moment and didn’t realize his gaze was on something or someone that was across the room right away. Though when she did and followed his gaze she felt her cheeks blaze as she saw Beruna. “Oh Beruna, this is Rheksas.. he is the rightful owner of this tavern. I’m terribly sorry for not introducing you sooner. Rheksas, this is Beruna, I hope you don’t mind but I have hired her to help out. She is staying her for the time being.” She can’t keep the smile from her face even as she speaks.

Esylana: Beruna smiles timidly, immediately bowing into a curtsey out of respect. "It is a pleasure to meet you, sir. Asmara has been most gracious, and I owe her a life debt. But beyond that, I am glad to finally have a face to place with your name - she's mentioned you more than once, after all." Beruna smiled, a sparkle in her green eyes as she met his smile. She started to approach the group, when her eyes briefly caught the movement of a shadow behind Rheksas, and it was then she saw that they had another visitor coming, this late into the night.

MrMurasaki: With a quick tap of the spiked tip of his cane into the floor, and then letting it stay in place, he gathered the attention of anyone else whose gaze hadn't met his. He crossed his legs in front of himself, and bowed his body, one hand draped across his stomach while the other extended to his side as he clenched his tall hat by its rim. His black and purple hair flowed in his bow, returning upright and placing his hat back to his head, he rested his white silk glove, etched with a circular runic symbol on each on the jeweled handle of his cane. "May I introduce my self, it is with utmost pleasure I find my way to this quaint Tavern, there is something so mystical and so Magickal about joining around a Hearth." A smile creased his porcelain like skin met with a softness to his torched eyes. "I know my visage screams Regality and if I dare say Imperial but I assure you this is a peaceful inquiry." He advanced to the Counter, turning in his words to adress everyone. "I am The acting guild Master and Hat of the Shadow Alley Clan, The Lord of Barukin. I found my way here in somewhat of a detour on my way to Anthem on urgent business, as I said there is something so drawing and enchanting in these Taverns." he had his hand raised into the sky an energy coursing through his fingers although so fine only his eyes and those with keen eyes could truly see this ripple. He grabbed the scarf around his face and removed it, he tucked it into his sleeve and with a roll of his wrist and a fanning open hand, it seemed to vanish. His face now exposed to them, he stroked his goatee as he looked to the bar maid. "May I sit?" he asked respectfully a soft smile on his porcelain like face.

Rheksas: And what a face it was. Big nose, big ears, birdlike and gaunt with several scars vaulting up his mouth and cheek, terminating in a deep crevasse that all but parted his greasy hair on the left side. “Beruna, then,” he stepped from Asmara to address the woman, but whatever else he planned to say died in his throat. A feeling washed over him, and upon the tap-tapping of a cane he spun around to face this Lord of Barukin. Good grief! Could he not escape these oft-insufferable members of the Coventine court? Lorian was high enough on his horse but this one seemed to top even that with his introduction alone. Hostility flashed across Rheksas’ features as he sized up this stranger, intimately aware of the power he wielded. He raised a gauntleted hand, stopping him before he so much as passed two feet from the doorframe. “No, you may not sit,” he answered, letting a smile play across his lip.

HoneyTiara: As the newcomer spoke Asmara shifted from heel to heel, a bit nervous being in the presence of this man. His attire and whole demeanor seemed richly imposing, a bit too luxurious in style to have just been passing through. At least that is what she thought. This man appeared to be traveling alone but with his clothes shouldn’t he be worried about being robbed? If he was educated in the least he would know such a thing, so she assumed with his wealth and background he must be more than what he is letting on. Though she herself did not know much of the power of this land, so she could be over thinking things. She only came back to reality when Rheksas denied the man a seat, her own words getting caught in her throat. She lightly laid a hand on Rheksas’s arm, trying to find what to say. For a moment though she thought it best not to speak, she felt herself feet over the possibility of her kerchief falling off or the makeup on her chest fading. So she kept quiet for now, glancing at Beruna, making eye contact.

Esylana: Beruna made eye contact with Asmara, and then looked back at Rheksas. They were the masters of this tavern, of these "halls", and she would abide by their rules and their word. If Rheksas had the nerve to deny this so-called Lord of Barukin, then he would do so, and take his own life into his hands. If this man truly was a Lord of Barukin, as he claimed, then she prayed he might not be a wrathful member of the Council. But she wouldn't fool herself. You didn't make it into the Council without having some sense of ruthlessness to you. She crossed her hands in front of her, and bowed slightly, none the less, in respect to the newcomer. There was no point in being utterly rude, after all. Her eyes briefly caught what looked to be like a brief shimmer in his movements, and she felt her stomach clench. It was enough to make her a believer in his claims of Lordship.

MrMurasaki: A smile painted his pale porclaine like face at her bow, his burning eyes softened at her he returned it with a sharp grip of his hats rim and a bow to his head, at hearing the words of Rheksas he turned to him his cane extended to his side as he leaned on it and stood tall before him. His charred eyes scanning over him intently, a smirk now painted his face accenting the burn scars. "You dare? I show you respect in your Home by making my person known and you dare show hostility? I could have this town flooded at the mere snap of my fingers and you dare?" his cane planted into the ground his arms now crossed. "With all the utmost respect Tavern Master, who are you?" he shook his head. "If you must know more, something more personal then you may know of the Mask I have come to dawn. Before you stands Council Member of the Coventine Court Archael, you have yet to prove your worth to know anything more than that." he sneered but not in hostility just brash assumption of his intentions. He bowed his head to the ladies once more and the now watching head of Neesha. "Forgive my striking demeanor, I assure you I am here on no harm nor business necessarily partaining to you. I just need information..."

Rheksas: “They call me Rheksas,” he related to the man without hesitation, bearing in mind his position on the council as it was explained to him. As a matter of course, all threats were empty threats when it came to Rheksas’ way of thinking; doing as Archael proposed with his magic would only create more problems for a man in his position. By that time, Rheksas would have accrued a rather bloody reputation around Rembrant, renowned for his love affair with death, dismemberment, and wholesale slaughter. Though his words were those of a sellsword, they carried the weight of that reputation. “Indignant,” he answered after a time, more a remark on the councilman’s current demeanor. “If information you require, ask it here. Comfort is not afforded those not invited.”

HoneyTiara: Asmara felt a cold sweat run down her back as Rheksas and the man spoke back and forth to each other. She didn’t understand the politics to know if this man was really a threat or not, but she knew that she did not want bloodshed in the tavern so she tried to give the man a smile and defuse the tension just a bit. “What information do you seek, sir? I’m sorry for Rheksas, but please understand that we are all a bit uneasy by your appearance. This is a very small town in a remote location, we do not get many.. visitors with your overall demeanor.” She cast her eyes downwards and shifted a bit closer to Rheksas, hoping she didn’t overstep any boundaries.

Esylana: The Lord's smile was something of a brief relief, her posture easing slightly - it was then that she realized just how tense she had become. The combination of both the owner of the tavern returning, and the arrival of this Councilman happening on the same night had left her mind far from her meditations and prayers, her training as a priestess all but completely forgotten in that moment. But then she inhaled, and exhaled slowly, remembering a Prayer of Patience, and nodded. She would stay silent, and out of the way, and wait, and watch. Now was not a time to speak, or intervene. This was a time to wait, be calm, and let things happen as they would. She would certainly respond if her person were in danger, or if Asmara also came to be threatened, but for now, she was content to simply be a witness to the events unfolding.

MrMurasaki: At the mention of his name the painted smirk seemed to contort as did the rest of his face, disgust now painting the face and from the creases of his shaking smirk cracks shattered forth from it causing loud snapping noises. "Oh bother..." his muffled voice spoke. his hands lifted to the side of his face and slowly pulled off the now revealed to be mask he wore, his face returning to normal with another smirk planted in the following words he spoke. He crumpled the mask in his hands and blew the dust it sparked and sizzled and crackled in the air before them before fadding to nothing in their descent. "forgive my exterior and my titles, I am more than meets the eye." His attention befell Asmara a soft smile painted once more and his burning eyes befell both her and Rheksas. "It is fitting you would say that because the information I seek is reguarding a seemingly unwelcome individual." he coughed deeply. "Please if I may have something warm to wet my throat, it has been a long bitter travel." he rolled a large golden imperial coin in his fingers, much larger forged then the "common" gold coins. "Work with me and I will work with you all, I will see no harm come to your Taven in my presence. I am a man of my Word." he smirked as he looked to them. "So have you brought in any unusual characters other than myself lately?" his arms folded and his gloved fingers tapping his arm.

Rheksas: “Can you not do all that?” he asked, waving a hand in regards to the little magic show the Lord of Barukin was putting on. It was a vulgar display in Rheksas’ eyes and only cemented the idea that he was condescending to them. That he added he would see no harm come to their abode only made Rheksas resent him more, as if the warrior himself suddenly had no control over the well-being of his property, let alone his friends, in the presence of this gaudy wretch of a noble. But he would take his money. “If you’re a paying man, pay the barkeep,” he said, hiking a thumb over his shoulder at Beruna. “You have my *permission* to enter and enjoy *my* tavern, so long as your coin is good.” Rheksas had no answer to his queries, having only just arrived back at the Traveler’s Rest himself.

HoneyTiara: Asmara seemed to freeze a moment but quickly relaxed her stance, she did not want to think this man was after any of the people that have visited her, she would rather not have this man’s money as a bribe but Rheksas gave the ok so he was to stay for the time being. She turned without a word and left to go into the kitchen, Boye following her hoping to get a treat. She set to making up some tea, her body still a bit stiff and on edge. She vaguely wondered if the man now was looking for the same companion of Neesha. If that was the case she couldn’t simply give out information. She didn’t even know that man well enough but she knew she was going to keep Neesha with her, and nobody was taking the great bear away. She was brought out of her thoughts by the whistling of the tea pot on the stove, indicating it was boiled far well enough. She set to making some tea for Rheksas, she knew Beruna would get the guests order. So she made the usual honey tea for Rheksas.

Esylana: Beruna nervously waited for him to come closer to the bar, giving her most curteous smile. "We offer ale, mead, and a special brew of Dwarven Lyreum...though that is harder to come by, so...I-...I'm afraid it costs slightly more." She explained with an apologetic tone, glancing nervously at Rheksas, as if in approval. After all, she and Asmara had discussed the prices, but...well, there was always room for "adjustments". In any case, she waited for him to come and make his will known, she would serve him as her employers would have of her. But she couldn't think who he was looking for - not until he described the individual, at least.

Rheksas: Rheksas offered Beruna an emphatic nod. His eyes sparkled with approval, his hand clenching into a fist with a thumb pointing straight up, moving up in spurts as if to suggest she should charge him more than usual.

MrMurasaki: Archael sat before the counter, he rested his cane against it next to his feet. He sat before the barmaid a smile on his face, the coin rolled in his fingers and then he flicked it into the air letting out a loud ringing and a strong woosh. the coin did not come dow from the shadows of the ceiling but upon looking back down it sat still infront of the Barmaid. "Lyreum you say? That is new? Hmmm Exotic I shall try that!" he gestured in an animated way with his arms followed by a chuckle. He took off his hat looking at the seal on the front, a sigil surrounded by the elegant letters. S.A.C. He twirled it in his gloved hands, faster and faster until the hat spun between his hands in the air. With a snap and then clap of his hands the hat had vanished, he brushed the hair out of his soft smiling porclain face. "Makes storage much easier." he chukled he turned in his seat to open himself and his gaze to Asmara upon her returning to the Counter. His burning orbs seemed to scan both the women intently. "The Man in question I seek is one of utmost importance, his insult to the Empire and the very people we cherish so deeply cannot go un punished. His dissention of the most distinguished Covenant on this Land must be met with swift Justice. I am on a detour en route to Anthem and now I ask do any of you know the whereabouts of the One time now Fallen Champion of the Empire. One Mickael "Draxis" Vultheran." As he spoke Draxis he motioned the quotes with his fingers. "He is a target of utmost importance and any information will be appreciated most hansomely." He stroked his thin goatee his eyes watching their every reaction.

Rheksas: Once Asmara returned with tea, Rheksas called for Boye, content to keep him at his side for a taime. Rheksas was pleased to find the pooch shared his antipathy towards the lordling. Perhaps it was merely him picking up on his master’s demeanor, or perhaps dogs in general were skittish when it came to matters of magic and things disappearing and reappearing out of thin air. Boye’s breed was standoffish enough without having to bear witness to things that questioned the very laws of reality. Draxis sounded familiar, but Rheksas didn’t recall much of the man, let alone that he’d absconded from the empire’s control. So he stood silent, letting Asmara handle things.

HoneyTiara: Asmara set the tea in front of Rheksas as the man spoke, she wasn’t all too surprised that it was him he was searching for. She did not want to share all that she knew of Mickael, not that she knew much about him to begin with. But she knew if she didn’t say anything that the witnesses of the town would surely give her away. With a small sigh she sits besides Rheksas and lets her hand stroke Boye’s head softly as she stared at the tea pot. “A man named Draxis had stopped by, but he only paid for some drink and left about his business. I do not know any details of his whereabouts. All I do know is that he is not a man I would want to see in your hands, sir.” She looked up to the Lord and kept a scowl from forming on her face. “I’m afraid that is the only information I have to give you, please accept it and then eat your meal. We do not want any trouble and would appreciate it if you did not start any.” She wasn’t necessarily hostile but she was firm none the less.

Esylana: Beruna poured up the Lyreum, its unique scent wafting from the tankard and stinging her nose and eyes. It was surely strong stuff, and she had yet to try it herself. But she wasn't keen to do so. She set it before the Lord, bowing her head. "I do not recall seeing someone by that name, myself - we get so much business, it is hard to keep track of it all sometimes..." She nods to the drink she has served him. "That will be 6 gold pieces..." She chews her lip, glancing over at Asmara. When she got firm, Beruna couldn't help but silently admire her. Her strength of character would've served her well as a Priestess of the Seven Virtues, if she had chosen that path for herself.

MrMurasaki: He pointed before the large golden coin that sat infront of her. " That is enough gold for 10 pieces, I assure you." He smiled to her taking the tankard and drinking it back, the bright golden seemingly glowing Ale tickling his throat. He placed it down "A fine ale, the Dwarves have quite an ingenuity and many secrets deep within..." he trailed off his eyes scanning the Ale being lost in thought which was broken by Asmaras words causing his head to creek to the side and his burning eyes focused only on her. "You have seen him then? A Man tall and Large, Black Hair like the night and Eyes White as the Moon itself? You have seen this man?" He leaned in but his visage and depth made it feel he was leaning right into the face of Asmara his eyes looking deep into hers. "Where is he now? He isn't staying here clearly? He must have at least mentioned something?" he stroked his goatee his eyes now burning with attention he leaned in so much to her you would think he fell right out his stool. "Are you sure he was only brief in his passing? He hasn't left anything to give away his location and intentions has he?" His posture now sharpened and loomed, while he sat in his seat the feeling of his looming interrogation could present intimidation to those he interrogated.

Rheksas: Rheksas keenly understood the position he was in. Cutting down a councilman would bring him more attention than he wanted, so he stayed his hand and let the man continue his little interrogation, mindful of how far he was taking it. “A man like that,” he began, interrupting his line of questioning, “wouldn’t stay for long or tell anyone where he was headed. Not if he knew what leaving the empire’s clutches would bring him. That’s what I would I do were I in his place.” Rheksas offered up a shrug. He took great care to wrap Asmara’s hand with his own, holding both her and the dog near.

HoneyTiara: Asmara had to hold in her words as the man interrogated her, finding his boldness in thinking she had to answer to him quite impertinent if him. She let Rheksas speak and held his hand tightly as his wrapped around her own. She kept a leveled gaze with the lord before she spoke. “Rheksas is correct, that man has not stuck around and quite frankly, I do not blame him. I mean, if I had such an imprudent man after me I certainly wouldn’t leave a trace. Now, please cease your questions and eat your meal. It is rude to let a warm meal go cold."

Esylana: Beruna felt it. This...odd pressure. There was something off about the man, she was standing closest to him, and the air pressure around him seemed to...-compress- slightly as he asked his questions, proceeded with his interrogation. She, however, still would not speak, though she threw a -very- concerned glance to Asmara. A Councilman could easily ruin their lives if he so chose. But, she prayed for mercy, finally murmuring, "I'm sorry we cannot offer more, your Lordship. But yes, a meal gone cold is not a meal at all..." She took the gold he had offered, weighing it in her hand behind the counter discreetly. It was an unusual size, and part of her distrusted it.

MrMurasaki: His burning eyes grew soft with a painted smile to his pale porclain face, he closed his eyes bowing his head. "Forgive my Insult of such a beautiful spread, my attention and assertiveness are of most importance I assure you. You should not trust this man, slaughterer of the inferior Drow Children. While their filthy kind are just that we do not see needless Bloodshed for no cause." He had patted his cheek with the cloth napkin as he was eating while he spoke. "You need to understand this Brazen Bull is a stain that must be wiped clean and all memory erased, removing his Blood Line once and for all. If only he followed his Father he would have been a great ally in these burning eyes." He now gazed forward into the distance above the door trailing off as he did, his gaze lowered to the loving Bears head, the Bull belt nestled on the windowsill around her neck. His eyes fixated on it and his face seemed to softly contort into a primal hunting focus. "Well well well, it would seem we found something..." Finishing his meal and Ale then tossing the napkin on his plate he drew his cane and began advancing towards the Bear. "What's your name, Beastie?" his gloved hand extended towards her.

Rheksas: Rheksas had said his piece, and as such, let the councilman go about his business. Namely, this conversation he seemed intent on having… with a bear… in their stables. When did that get there? Did he expect it to shake hands?

HoneyTiara: Asmara’s face contorted in a flash and she rushed passed the lord and blocked him from Neesha, wrapping her arms around the great bear. She pushed her face into her fur and held her tightly. She didn’t look to the lord in fear of lashing out. Instead she spoke as evenly as she could with her face pushed into the bear’s fur. “Neesha is mine, you can’t have her.” Asmara suddenly realized why she loved Neesha so much. She was motherly towards her. Her own mother had been killed, murdered in cold blood. Neesha was the first, bear or not, to show her a mother’s love since her own mother’s passing. She wouldn’t let this man or anyone take her from her. She also realized she forgot to mention to Rheksas the new addition to their little family. Oops was her vague thought as she continued to bury her face into the bear’s soft fur.

Esylana: Beruna tensed, watching as he approached the bear. She bit her lip, waiting tensely. It was not her place to say anything yet, though Asmara throwing herself in between him and the creature was making her even more nervous.

MrMurasaki: He stopped and loomed before her, he stood tall resting on his cane and looking down at her his face soft once more. "M'Lady don't assume my hand is as destructive of the one you Protect. Now step aside, I don't want you to get hurt accidently and I gain the wrath of your suitor." he hurridly but respectfully waved her aside with his hand. His hair ruffled as if a 'wind' were circling him his empty hand rose before the Bear, the rune etched to his glove began to burn with purple flame as he lifted his hand. Purple smoke circled the Belt seemingly clenching it, he gently twisted his burning hand and pulled in the air and the belt unclasped and traveled to his hand. At his touch his eyes burned with a Purple Arcane fire, his crys bellowing out. The wind stopped, the Fire faded and smoke rose from the openings of Archaels face. His eyes now looked to Asmara. "I will not harm a creature that doesn't try to harm me child, I hope this act shows that." He moved back to his seat and layed the belt before him. He looked to Beruna, his eyes still lightly smoked but they were very soft and alluring, his painted smirk more welcoming. He gripped her hand and lifted it to his radiating lips and kissed it. "In this ordeal you have been the most respectful, I admire that. May I have your name and I must say the best spread I have tasted in quite some time." Releasing her hand he looked to Rheksas. "I hope despite what disgust you have in me and the disgust I have for your brutality you can at least see I am civil and all I want is information. I would be most generous of course. Any Ally to the cause will be rewarded handsomely." A smirk befell his face. "Now Rheksas, butcherer if you will. you look traveled, where is it you came from? Your bond with this fair loving Lady would be something I assume you would want to flourish in presence." his looming gaze focused on him. "Where have you been?"

Rheksas: Rheksas went outside to see what all the commotion was about, but truthfully his motives lay in finding out why there was a bear in his stables. And why, pray tell, was Asmara so protective of it? Didn’t she know what a bear was? “It’s a fucking bear,” he announced to everyone present, as if that should be obvious. The whole display seemed typical of Archael by now, who up until that point had done everything in his power to make this an ordeal, and a showy one at that. Rheksas stayed with Asmara the whole time, with Boye trailing protectively at his heels. If the dog held any reservations about the much larger predator in their midst, he didn’t show it. “You speak of allies and answers, but there are precious little of those for you here. I’m not here to talk about me or my wife. Take what you came for and kindly go,” he said, dreading the idea of heading to Anthem with this fellow in their wake.

HoneyTiara: Asmara was back by Neesha to check her over, sending a nice pat to her head before sticking herself in the spot besides Rheksas and Boye. Her cheeks heated up when he called her his wife, though she did not deny it. She would speak with him about it later, she only hoped it didn’t cause him problems at the moment. She after all appeared to be just an ordinary elf to everyone, her ears in clear view. But even so, elves were not welcomed for high status and she did not want Rheksas to be questioned for his association with her. She had lightly taken his arm with her hands and looked up to him, her purplish hues looking into his deadened silver ones. “This is Neesha.. she.. she reminds me of my mother..” that was all she said to Rheksas for an explanation before she turned back to the Lord. “I am sorry to have seemed rude, put please understand my position here. And please, with all due respect, do not call me a child.”

Esylana: She blushed as he took his hand into his, and pressed it briefly to his lips. His praise was appreciated, though she didn't like how he was insulting her employers. And so she merely dipped her head briefly in acknowledgement, responding to his request. "I am but a Wildrose, sir. I go by Beruna..." She soon withdrew her hand and started to clean the bar, going about her business. It was best, she decided, to just let Asmara and Rheksas handle this man. She didn't feel comfortable around someone who had such power and authority, her nerves showing in her shakey movements as she worked.

MrMurasaki: He bowed his head to Asmaras world. "Forgive me." his hand placed to his heart. "I can hear the age in your voice now M'Lady." He turned back to Beruna, his attention on her completely. "You obviously are here often so I will leave this for Draxis, I insist you give it to him... He will understand." He snapped his fingers and in a plume of purple smoke a Rose clasped in his hands the Petals and thorns a dark yet vibrant violet to match his attire. He layed it on the counter before her. "This is something of importance I trust to you, please see it is done." A soft smile crept as his eyes looked deeply into hers. "But for you, I give this." he fanned his hand around his other and as his hand parted he held a red Rose. "A rose for a Rose." he handed it to her.

Rheksas: “A bear reminds you of your mother,” he echoed, “sure, that makes complete sense. More sense than anything else today, I suppose.” Again, Rheksas stayed back and watched the display, more intent on protecting Asmara and his dog than seeing this man ushered from the property. That would come in time, he hoped. Soon.

HoneyTiara: Asmara felt a small smile grace her lips and she couldn’t help but wrap her arms around Rheksas softly, letting herself ignore that lord who, in her opinion, was trying to court Beruna. She left herself with Rheksas, rather wanting to be with him more than anything else at the moment. She felt Boye settle down besides them, though it’s attention still observing the man. “Welcome home, Rheksas.”

Esylana: Beruna's hands, still shaking slightly, took the roses, one by one, and then nodded. "I-I will make sure he receives the rose, your Lordship," she ducked her head. Him paying her any attention was only making the poor girl more nervous, even though the beautiful gift of the red rose briefly touched her. Perhaps he wasn't as bad as Asmara and Rheksas seemed to think he was, but...she was a country girl. What did she really know? She briefly pressed the red rose to her nose, inhaling its sweet scent.

MrMurasaki: A softness spread over his pale face, he extended a hand gently to her. "Beruna, sweet Rose you need not fear me. And forgive my twisted face... It is but a price of the flame I wield. You have no reason to fear me, or your gracious hosts which I respect their patience and cooperation. Any further inquries on the matter are closed for this Tavern." His voice carried to all, his eyes still on her. his hand lifted in the air seemed to motion to caress her cheek. "Such a wild flower bound here in this place, while appreciative of such gracious hosts you seem so untraveled. There is no desire to see the World?" he tapped his chin with his other hand then stroked his thin goate. "In the port near here I have docked the S.A.C Galleon, the headquarters if you will of the Clan. I offer my full invitation..." he pulled from his jacket a single purple piece of paper, small like an envelope embroidered and pressed with the clans emblem. He layed it before her. "If you wish to see the world, the sea air bellowing through you. no one to hold you back or tame your wild freedom then you bring this to me." He grabbed his cane and stood up. "I will leave for Anthem shortly but until Draxis is captured I will make myself known here."