The Crossroad Inn.

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''Gah, fine.'', Ephrehn said. Rolling his eyes, he explained that the person tried to punch him. After 5 mugs of mead later, he started getting quite tipsy. After some 30 seconds, he fell right asleep.
 
Sirian slightly laughed at him when he feel asleep. She ordered yet another drink, since Rehn had drunk hers as well. Sirian knew how he was with his mead. He would regularly get drunk and fall asleep very shortly afterwards.
 
Ephrehn woke up. It was daytime. He saw Sirian looking at him, and suddenly a sharp migraine hit his head. ''Lord, I'm getting quite the hangover...'', he said drowsily.
 
Sirian giggled, and poked his nose. "Well, if you'd watch how much you drink, you wouldn't be having that problem, now would you?" She said, looking out the window and squinting. It was only morning, yet it was so bright out. She'd stayed up all night listening to the rain, which had now subsided.

She could remember dancing and playing in the rain when she was younger. Sirian thought that maybe next time it rained, she would go out and dance in the rain again, for the heck of it.
 
Ephrehn had a dream when he was sleeping... but could only get fragments of it. The dream pictured him on the field, getting pierced by an arrow. No, 2 arrows. Now 3. They had Sirian. And then that's all he could get. With a worried expression on his face, he thought of migraines, and instead of mead, he'd gotten mint tea.
 
"What's the matter, can't handle you ale?" Sirian laughed, patting his head ever so lightly. She loved to see people who couldn't handle their drinks. She found it very funny sometimes, seeing someone with such a hangover, even whispering seemed to hurt their brain.
 
''N-no! It's not that! Tea tastes good sometimes!'', he said, trying not to burst in laughter. For some reason, he laughed at everything, with everyone. Of course not at people and at bad remarks of people and all of the sort, but he was the one to cheer everyone up.
 
"Yes, yes, I understand, you want your milk bottle. Anyone got a bottle for Ephrehn?!!!" Sirian said jokingly, laughing. She loved teasing people about their predicaments. It was always funny seeing their reactions. She saw a lute in the corner, and walked to it, picking it up and tuning it a tad, before playing a sweet melody.
 
''Oh come on!'', he complained, snickering. But when Sirian had played that tune, Ephrehn fell into a trance. That tune was the most beautiful tune he'd heard... The Siren's Song.
 
Sirian played a lovely melody her mother had taught her when she was younger. She slightly danced around while playing, hoping to provide a little entertainment for the audience of the Inn.
 
Everyone clapped for Sirian, most especially Ephrehn, but for some apparent reason, his trance contained dancing gnomes. Weirdest of all, they were in tiny pink dresses... Ephrehn said,''I could have sworn there were others here, Sirian, where are they?'' Most likely sleeping, he thought. He wanted to make more friends, so he was getting quite impatient.
 
The few that were awake, had now been played to sleep. "Probably in their rooms sleeping." Sirian replied, looking at all the people still downstairs asleep in their seats.
 
''I hope one of them comes out soon...'', Ephrehn said in a bored tone. He took out the ocarina he'd had since he was little and started playing a curiously catchy tune. 5 seconds later, it had started to rain! ''Heheh, Song o' Storms! Comes in handy, haha.''
 
Sirian looked out the window, indeed, it was raining. She got up from her seat and walked outside. The rain was cold and invigorating, and so she started into a slow dance, which soon became full on skipping and dancing in the street. Sirian danced with such grace, twirling and hopping along in her dancing.

The one place she could be truly free was in her dancing. Dancing allowed her to speak in any language she wanted so-to-speak, and let her free her mind from the worries of the world and all it's mysteries, even if only for a moment or two.
 
He'd seen Sirian dancing outside gracefully, and the sole reason he'd played the song was to make Sirian happy. He smiled at her, and went outside to join her.
 
After the rain stopped, Ephrehn, being the usual mead-drinker, ordered 7 mugs of mead, not thinking about the huge migraines he had. He surprisingly didn't fall asleep, and kept on drinking.
 
Locklis grinned behind the mask. The idea of loyalty was laughable. In her trade, loyalty was as existant at as the setting sun. Well, toward Locklis, at least. The thought of being able to trust someone was foreign to her, but she could certainly try. Baby steps, she supposed.

Without a sound, she followed the woman now known as River out of the window after she passed through. Her eyes assessed their surroundings for any immediate danger out of habit as she glided toward the ground.
 
Darius was slowly walking down the road, looking around. It was a nice sunny day, wasn't i- well, nevermind, it has started raining. Dammit, and he was starting to get comfortable with his surroundings. But oh well, such is life, always tries to ruin your mood. He sighed behind his black cloth bandana, hiding most of his face save for his unusual dark green eyes and his dense black eyebrows.

"It seems someone thought it was a great idea to play a magic song right now." he thought, a bit annoyed.

He covered his head with his leather hood, which was part of the leather suit that was covering most of his body. The suit itself was made from black and brown leather pieces and had an intricate design, with a lot of pockets and pouches all over it surface, containing a wide range of items, starting with flasks filled with unknown substances and ending with ammunition for his wrist crossbow and other crap. It was reinforced with a thin layer of iron in the shoulders area and the chest, alongside with leather in the elbos and knees dedicated to protect the user from any harmful attacks (and judging by the markings on them, it seems that they have succeeded at their task so far). The bottom part of the suit wasn't any different from the top: a tightly-fit brown belt containing another set of sheaths and pouches, dark brown cloth pants reinforced with leather and black boots made from the aforementioned material. Other than that, he was also wearing a strange triangle-shaped amulet on his neck, depicting an old runic sign surrounded with ancient text, and some dark brown fingerless leather gloves.

After a few more hours of walking, Darius sighted the Crossroads Inn in the distance, and suddenly the rain stopped.

"Nice timing, nature." he thought while heading towards the building-in-the-middle-of-nowhere.

When he was in front of the door, Darius entered without a single sound and looked around. Strange, almost everyone except a few of them were asleep. Although he knew that it was caused probably by a sleeping spell of some sort, he remarked, grinning behind the bandana: "Well, it seems you have a lot fun over here!" Then, just like he came, he took the furthermost seat without making a sound and ordered a glass of brandy.

Something about this individual, Darius, was out of place. Was it his dark green eyes, with a gaze indicating like they've seen way more than any other beings can see in their lives? Or was it the strange feeling when he is close to someone? Or maybe it is because of his aura, which was and wasn't present at the same time? No matter what, just looking at him made people feel uncomfortable. He looked like an usual assassin of sorts, but something about him hinted otherwise. Anyone who meets him ends with a single question in their minds: Who was he?
 
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Sirian Stopped dancing. "Hello, newcomer! Dancing in the rain is very soothing for me." She said as she walked in. Sirian gave the newcomer a quick once-over while making her way to her seat. Her hair was now soaking wet, but she wasn't really concerned about it.

She went back to the lute and played another song, because it was a hobby of hers, whenever she had time.
 
Snapped Vivaldi run toward the new comer while unsheathed his sword from the scabbard and point it at his throat. "who are you. what are you doing here? are you with black raven?" he is starring at his green eyes deeply and shifted his look at his amulet. he knew that those amulet is not an ordinary ones. "don't tried anything stupid or your head will roll on the floor"
 
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