Mar, the Magpie arrives, delivering a message to Zakhar before departing.

(OOC)The scene set/room mood is now set to: The lights have been turned down low and the Dancing Feather is now illuminated by tiny candles in small red and pink lanterns at every table. There's liquor bottles everywhere - brews from every corner of Arvum making an appearance here. There are even several hookahs, already gently smouldering and bubbling with flavored tobacco and haze to take the sting of being single away even if for a moment.=6528

(OOC)The scene set/room mood is now set to: The lights have been turned down low and the Dancing Feather is now illuminated by tiny candles in small red and pink lanterns at every table. There's liquor bottles everywhere - brews from every corner of Arvum making an appearance here. There are even several hookahs, already gently smouldering and bubbling with flavored tobacco and haze to take the sting of being single away even if for a moment.

Miraj is currently draped over a couch with her own personal bottle of pink champagne in one hand and a flute that keeps getting refilled in the other. She's already a little bit tipsy when the event is set to begin. So tipsy, in fact, that she faulters a little when she gets up, tapping glass against glass to call attention to herself. "Attention friends! We are gathered here today... to get very drunk and to make new friends and acquaintences while being drunk." She lifts her flute in toast, proudly, "...and if someone here manages to go home not single... well. I'm delighted. But until then, for us singles, I thought we could get to know each other.. an introductory game of sorts? Two truths and a lie. I'll start! I am Miraj Roumier, Whisper... My three statements are - My knickers are made of alarcite. I like my porridge without milk. And I've been stung by a jellyfish. Why don't you introduce yourselves and take your best guess at which one may be a lie?"

A messenger arrives, delivering a message to Griffin before departing.

Marie, the Warlord's Assistant have been dismissed.

2 Proscipi veteran guards have been dismissed.

Griffin takeen off his cloak, and hat, and laughs. "But will we remember when we are sober? That's the question!" For himself he takes up rese

Griffin takeen off his cloak, and hat, and laughs. "But will we remember when we are sober? That's the question!" For himself he takes up residence at a hookah.



THUNK

The door opens with ease as a familiar carved femur for a cane suddenly finds itself lodged into the panels of the Dancing Feather's floor. Held upright from the small metal tip that is now being stared at with near horror as Zakhar yanks on the cane to remove it from the floor and drop something soft and putty like to push with foot over the new hole.

With the 'fix' to floor the old man wanders into the dancing feather and up to the bar only to stare at the low light and bottles set about everywhere with a squint of wrinkles showing at edge of eyes as a small curl of lip might be caught from under the neatly trimmed beard. The plume of messy snow-white hair has been brushed back and set with a hair bead resembling a wolf, while his clothing is a dark mix of matte black leathers and deep purple silks. If it wasn't for his jewelry showing with a bright shine from their assorted gems and nicely polished bone, he might actually fit into the shadows with ease. As Miraj calls out her game and introduction, a gruff sort of smirk of a laugh escapes him. "Knickers of alarcite would be a fine way to stay single, very few will have the means to slip past them!" He then finds a bottle, gives it a sniff and proceeds to drink from it, only to open his eyes wide and spit half of his drink across the bar and set the bottle down, muttering to himself before he waves his hand a little to try and find another drink that isn't as fowl.

Zakhar mutters, "... with the ... and children ... ... ... ... ... on such a day when they don't ... ... to take home and properly fuck? It's not ... ... ... I'm ... ... fucking name here. Nice boots?"

Zakhar enterance is enough to make it easy for Remus to slip in rather unoticed until Marie and two intimidating guards follow behind Remus. Marie seems to keep closer to Remus to tend to his needs while the guards are keeping a distant but watchful eye on their ward. Remus makes his way towards the bar. "What is good to drink here," he questions as he looks around and spots no ladies yet. "Actually make it a strong drink," he states.

Bangarang, a loud-mouthed rooster arrives, following Rufio.

Ariesse - a spirited wildcat kitten, Capt'n Waddles the small cock with a bell arrive, following Zakhar.

Zakhar has joined the Small Quiet Table.

Remus has joined the Central Bar.

Miraj laughs at Zakhar's appearance, "I'm glad I'm not the only one here that pre-drank." She says as she lowers herself back down into her chair, sipping the champagne down. It doesn't look like three quarters of the glass should have disappeared, but it certainly did. "Well it does have a latch, which prevents against accidents, the overly intoxicated, insufficiently skilled, and the stupid!" she comments about the alaricite knickers.

For those newly arriving, it looks like everyone is scattered about the Dancing Feather, having drinks and hookah, playing a rousing game of two truths and a lie in order to get to know each other a little bit better.

Zakhar eventually appears to find a drink that agrees with him, though this also means there's a trail of rejected bottles which lead towards the table he eventually slumps into. "Two truths and a lie?" Scratching at his chin for a moment, "I wear the bones of those that have wronged those that I call my family. Cats will simply follow me without reason, and I a merely a simply man."

Today? Red wine seems.. wrong. It may be his drink of choice, but that doesn't mean he is unfamiliar with other drinks! "Give me a whiskey to begin with, and follow it up with your choice." Griffin didn't care as long as it was a drink, and didn't taste fruity. "Now see? I wasn't prepared! Yet my feet seemed to follow their own tiny brains and voila! Here I am."

Griffin has joined the Small Quiet Table.

"I feel it would be cheating if I guessed so I shall save that for others first," Remus replies as he is served a glass of rum. "Do we all take turns saying two truths and a lie," he questions curiously.

Viviana's stepping into the Feather, expression gently awed, as she appreciates the transformation of the space through something seemingly as small as lanterns. Her fingers reach out, drifting over tabletops -- eventually, over bottle selections -- with a reverential slowness as she considers her choices. A hitch of a shoulder, she chooses port, and once she has a small class of a potent port -- she settles with a drape, "I like this game."

Miraj teases Zakhar, "And still you haven't given us a name! Though I know enough about cats to know they don't do anything without reason. And you're wearing too many colors to be a simple man." She winks playfully, and sits up to address Remus. "Yes, introduce yourself and give us two truths and a lie. And maybe take a guess at one of the others' statements are lies should you have an inkling. All in good fun. You can give as many two-truths-and-a-like as you like really. The more you give, the more we can learn about you. The basis of new friendships and perhaps, with luck, something more if that's something you desire."

"Congratulations! I'm here!"

Rufio makes his way into the Dancing Feather looking as he always looks. Amazing. Walking side by side with Bangarang, his rooster that just so happens to be rocking the same exact hairstyle (featherstyle?), the two absolute studs are in a synchronized strut as they decide to bless the Dancing Feather with their twin-ly presence.

"I need a drink in this hand!" Rufio holds out his left hand. "A drink in this hand!" Rufio holds out his right hand. "And all the beautiful women you can spare! Haha!" He's kidding, right? He has to be kidding. Please, be kidding.

Bosun, the teensy pygmy marmoset arrives, delivering a message to Rufio before departing.

"I know the Bloodbeard's name --" murmurs Viviana, curling a hand beneath her chin "-- I know some of his story. Neither are mine to tell, so, I can't -- and that would be a terrible way to play this game. Oh, yes. I was going to lie now. There. I already did. No. Wait -- I haven't yet." With a sip of her port, she shuts her eyes. "I hate soup.

Bosun, the teensy pygmy marmoset arrives, following Sabriel.

"I am Lord Remus Proscipi. I am rumored to look like a statue in the hall of Heros, I am a brilliant military mind and I have never danced with anyone," Remus states. "Who hates soup, I think that is a lie and no way Zakhar is a simple man," he adds. He sips more rum

Sabriel saunters into the Dancing Feather with her thumbs tucked in her belt and her golden gaze sweeping across the room. She lightly tongues her back teeth, making her way toward the bar to prop into a lean.

Zakhar nods to Miraj, "If you don't know my name by now, then you've been sheltered. The truths and a lie that I share should be more than enough to tell you who I am." There's a wink towards Remus as he looks at the drink in front of him, a squinted eye then grabbing at the bottle which /must have completely on its own been trying to dance off of the table.../ "HA! Caught you!" A look to those around him to see who might have heard his exchange with the bottle, then a quick snap towards Viviana, "Aye! The Princess who purchases my hearts then gives them to another. Eyes, and twin needles roam seeking out for the other which will wear such beauty." A quip back to Miraj, "Another round then? As you're right, cats will require a reason, and of what I wear is indeed of the fallen." He pulls off a soft glove from his fingers by biting at the fabric then yanking with his hand away from teeth. "How many directions are there to go?" A small tap upon the table as he dips his fingers into his glass and pulls out a very soggy cube of cheese, which gets tossed into his mouth as he grins with a flashy of a toothy smile to Remus. "Simple has many means in which it can be used. I might not look it, though when it comes to seeking another to share some warmth with. I am indeed simple."

"Now now!" Griffin grins. "Some like boys.. or a mix." He doesn't say which he prefers. "Lord Griffin." He nods.

Miraj chokes on her champagne when she sees Rufio and his matching rooster arrive, eyes going wide and bursting into giggles when he announces his need for a drink. "Help yourself!" Though there is an attendant running around trying to keep up with the demands of alcohol. It's why Miraj's hands are busy with her own alcoholic needs.

To Viviana she looks over, surprised then to Remus. "Who /doesn't/ hate soup? I mean. Well I suppose it's helpful if you don't have teeth but food should be chewed!" She announces her prejudice. "Lord Remus? Well then. Hmm. What's the name of the person in the Hall of Heroes that you look like then? They have a name right?" Meanwhile she wiggles her fingers to Sabriel as she enters and requests the busy attendant quickly get Griffin his drink. He looked very thirsty!

"Cold soup, hot soup. Drinks masquerading as either. Despise it. There's nothing -- interesting -- about the texture of soup." Viviana shakes her head, looking dreadfully serious.

"It is lovely on a cold day when you need help to warm up or when sick, I think you have just had the wrong kind of soups," Remus muses chuckling lightly. "I am afraid that you will have to get Lady Monique to tell you, she just likes to tease me about it but not name the statue," he says with a shrug. "Maybe you can go with me sometime and tell me whom I remind you of," he suggets.

A grin that is more a flash of teeth than anything crosses Sabriel's face as she catches Miraj's wave, an upnod offered the woman's way shortly after. All of the soup talk has her blinking slowly, mild bemusement undercutting her naturally bored expression when she hears the chatter. She silently scoops a bottle of amber liquid from nearby her lean, and then a glass from the bartop which may or may not be clean. She pours herself a drink, raking her gaze over Rufio when she spots him and scoffing quietly under her breath.

No drinks appear in his hands (that attendant is super busy, okay!) so Rufio takes a moment to look at Bangarang and shrugs it off. "That usually works." Rufio takes himself in the direction of the bar and decides to make an order for himself. A double. "Keep your eyes peeled, Bang. Your future Owner-in-Law might be in here."

Bangarang follows along until he hops up onto the bar and relaxes next to the Rufio. Time to survey the lands as requested. Reluctantly. He does not want a Step-Owner!

Miraj looks absolutely sheltered and innocent. "Honest! I have no idea. I'm terribly behind on my gossip. I've been painting erotic fruit." She acts as if it's that simple! Erotic fruit definitely explains it all, fully. "Well, I can say I am definitely not as simple. I have a list a mile long of needs. Very needy needs. I'm impossible, really. I promise.... That and the alaricite knickers are probably why I'm single." There's a beat. "Oh! New round. Two truths and a lie about what you're looking for in a mate."

"Oh gods -- I bought your strawberry," Viviana blurts out, suddenly, and the soup opinion has been forgotten.

Remus has left the Central Bar.

Marie, the Warlord's Assistant have been dismissed.

2 Proscipi veteran guards have been dismissed.

Miraj practically squeals. "My strawberry! My favorite piece, because I love fresh strawberries so much. I hope you enjoy it!"

Perhaps it is because she has important business, or perhaps it is because she has no idea what is going on, but Sabriel upends her glass against her lips, emptying it in a single swallow, and plunks the vessel back atop the bar. She drags the back of her gloved hand across her mouth and pushes away from her lean to wander back toward the door.

"I do too." Viviana murmurs, "Fortunately -- I associate them with the last lady to break my heart, and, now when I cut strawberries in half they sort of remind me of actual hearts when I bite into them. It's wonderfully cathartic." She leans away, after sharing that bit of information. "Maybe that's true." With a lazy smile, "Perhaps." She sips her port -- good eyes narrowing with pleasure, "This is delightful. How needy are you, Miraj?"

Remus is sipping his rum waiting on someone else to take a turn at two truths and a lie. "I do not think anyone is following the rules,"

Zakhar sucks air through his teeth as he looks about the room and takes another piece of soggy cheese from his drink, licking at his fingers and then pulling out a small leather pouch when opened lets a heady scent of haze and ginger into the air. As he rolls a fat smoke, "Fair to the unknown then Whisper Miraj. What we seek?" He points to Remus, "He's got my name..." Then to Viviana, "and a preferred name depending upon where I might be.." turning back to those in general that he hasn't addressed directly, "What I seek can only be found from looking deep within your own path, though having a love of cats wouldn't hurt. Someone who can carry me off as a sack from the docks would be lovely, however the best direction would be one that seeks to never attempt to restrict me from my positions."

"Erotic fruit?"

Rufio finds himself craning his neck in Miraj's direction after hearing those words. He's listening in with some very visible eavesdropping motions. He's never really been the stealthy type. Too loud.

Bangarang has grown bored of looking for hotties for Rufio. He has, instead, taken up a resting residence on the bar. Sanitation be damned!

Miraj agrees with Remus with a nod, "You're probably right, but I'm a little bit too drunk to keep up or even follow any rules, I don't think." She finishes off her glass and refills it. "Erotic fruit. No one really notices how sexy a papaya is until you slide a finger in and all the juices -- Or I mean how very firm and lovely bananas are." She laughs, "Me? Oh I'm very needy. I love attention and affection. Must be someone funny. Motivated. Ambitious. Oh and there is that whole monogamy thing that drives most people away." She hiccups a little. "I forgot to do the truth and lies thing. Shit."

"Wait are we now discussing what we seek in a partner," Remus questions blinking at the change of topic. "I need someone who can naturally balence me out, someone much softer in social manners, gentle and kind I think but maybe someone to challenge me. Honestly any woman who can see past my stoic nature and make me feel more at ease in my skin," he responds. Remus is never to drunk to pay attention to the rules and those who break them. Though he tries to relax and have fun, he still seems too serious as he sits at the bar, sipping rum

"Hrm." Griffin stirs his drink before swallowing it in one gulp. "How about.. independence. Will shut me down as much as build me up. Enjoys poetry. Of course. And needs me as much as I need her." He holds up his cup for a refill.

"Bloodbeard needs someone strong enough to carry him, and confident enough to leave him to his own devices. Those are good asks in a potential." Viviana gestures toward the passing attendant, passing to them her emptied glass, and with a gracious nod -- Viviana wets her lips, asking Miraj again: "Why do you think that drives away someone?" A glance over at Rufio, "He needs someone that will appreciate hairstyles that defy convention."

"Well that just makes this easier then." Zakhar declares loudly as he slams his drink and is now trying to stab a candle to bring it closer to light his smoke upon. "The princess gets it!" The candle is sliced in half and starts to roll towards him, a small shrug as it is picked up and used to light his smoke, then carefully put down into its own pool of wax to seal it upon the table top. He nods towards the question posed to Miraj, "Claiming one as yours and yours alone is not something that should chase another way if they are serious in being with you."

"Oh! Now we're speakin' my language!"

Rufio gets loud because he's always loud and even stands up in front of his seat at the bar. "I have very specific tastes when it comes to my flavor of women. They include..." Oh dear, he's really holding his hands in front of his chest miming some 'big ones.' "And..." And now those hands are behind his own booty, which of course he has turned to the side for those to admire but also promoting a ah, 'big one'. "Oh and..." This is the part where Rufio waggles some eyebrows. "She should be able to handle a sword." More eyebrow waggling. "/Very/ well."

ANYWAY!

Rufio hears that comment and turns to point in Viviana's direction. "That as well! Yes! She knows what she's talking about! Never meter her but YES!" Rufio reaches back to grab one of his drinks.

It almost looks like Bangarang is rolling his eyes at all of this. Weird.

Viviana squints at Rufio. She considers the Proscipi (the other Proscipi) noble and notes: "You. You are someone's problem for sure. But. You're not my problem." With a gracious smile, she laughs lightly. "Thank fuck."

Happiness, a bluebird arrives, delivering a message to Rufio before departing.

"Oh, because it always has. I mean it's not because of insecurities. It's because you know, I want that fairy tale feeling. And I want warm and fuzzies... And I want someone to be as into me as I am them and I don't want there to be /room/ for another. I said I'm very needy! But I also don't want someone that will just sit in my house and pump iron all day and call me 'bae'." There is a wrinkle of her nose before Miraj sits up and peers over at Zakhar, grinning broadly now. "Bloodbeard? With a name like that you are set to take over the Saffron Seas!" Another long and satisfying drink, listening to the others, nodding. "Oh yes sexual attraction is must. I mean we all like to pretend that's not a thing? But it's a thing!"

Remus just shakes his head lightly when his cousin decides to act out his preferences. He sips more rum, not speaking for now, just listening and watching.

"And what a great problem to have. Am I right?"

Rufio really has no idea if others are agreeing with him since he has turned his attention back to finishing off one of his four drinks at the moment. Rufio considers himself a proud problem indeed.

Griffin must admit that sexaul attraction is a must. "But why do you want a fairy tale feeling? All you will get from it is disappointment. It's tue. Eventually the fairy talee fades and you are left with.." He gestures around the room.

"It would be, if boats weren't infernal pieces that are simply waiting to sink..." Zakhar grins to Miraj, "Bloodbeard is one of my names, though if you know of me that way, then there are specific acts you've witnessed." Viviana gets a wink as he pulls deeply upon his smoke, "Sexual attraction is something best for the young'uns. Eventually you'll see there's more to it. Sex is great and amazing, though still is waking up to be find an unshaved beard snuggled upon your chest while their limbs entangle with yours. Messy and wild hair to stroke while tracing their marks and comparing a body list."

"Well, you tell yourself to lower your standards Lord Griffin. If you truely love and respect your partner it should not be too hard to only give them your attention," Remus replies. "Whisper Miraj, do not let yourself fall for unworthy men who can not give you the full devotion you deserve," he adds. He is back to sipping his rum after that.

Miraj's cheeks (and the tips of her ears) turn pink when Griffin puts her under closer inspection. "I don't know. I don't think it has to end in this." She gestures around the room, mirroring him a little. "I think that the fairy tale feeling can definitely end in happily ever after. But it's a choice. It's a choice you have to make every day for the rest of your life. I'm okay with that. Even when the swooning fades and the baby is crying and the mother in law is nagging and the porch just collapsed into the neighbor's cesspit and your significant other has turned into a wrinkly old prune... That's why you need someone to laugh with. Laugh until you pee in your alaricite knickers." Zakhar's response makes her eyes twinkle with mirth.

Then, to Remus. "I think that a monogamous thing would be ideal from the beginning too, so your attentions aren't divided. There is nothing I dislike more than competing for attention. It drives me inside. My exboyfriend Todd did that to me. I mean we were exclusive but he still found ways of stirring my jealousy."

Viviana says, "Todd -- sounds like an asshat," Viviana's not in her cups, so, she cannot blame the earnestness of her opinion on strong drink."

"But I will give my partner my devotion. But where does it say that the fairy tale romance is the only one?" Griffin thanks the waitress for his drink. "Why can't I be happy for my partner, and support them in everything that they do?" It might help knowing that Ember is his Countess.

"I agree, eliquently put your Highness," Remus agrees, sipping his rum. "If I was to be in love, I do not see the point of others, more complications. Messy. Life is not always perfect but having that one constant who knows and loves you dispite all your flaws I agree seems a worthy goal," he adds

"Todd /is/ as asshat." Griffin agrees.

A pack of giggling and gossiping Redreef handmaidens arrives, delivering a message to Zakhar before departing.

"Oh I don't doubt that the open thing works for many. It has to - especially in the peerage where love is not a prerequisite for a marriage - arguably one of the longest relationships you will have in your life. But! I'm talking about an ideal version of my love life as a commoner. And yes, Todd was the assest of most hats." Miraj confirms with a firm nod of her head. "But I think... plural relationships are beautiful in their own way. I cannot /imagine/ having enough time and emotional spoons to be able to make more than one person happy in a relationship."

"Todd might seek out my last, sounds that they would be worthy of each other." Zakhar grumbles as he starts to look for the next drink.

Her eyes slide right over to Zakhar at that. "That sounds like a story. Need to vent? You can keep their name secret to prevent you know - ugly rumors or any mud smearing. We'll keep it tactful. Well. I speak for myself." Miraj assures him.

Remus quietly sips his rum, some hushed words exchanged with Miraj. "Venting can be very healing," he agrees. "I am sure everyone must do what fits their life best," he adds. "I do try not to judge others for then they can judge you," he offers. Now he is back to drinking rum

Griffin has no clue what his second drink is, but thankfully it's not fruity. "They will still judge you, though." He tells Remus. "It will be good, but it's a judgement."

Miraj agrees, and exchanges a few words with Rufio too. "I could vent," she says with a wistful sigh. "Todd left me? To become a Knight. I had been waiting for him... he didn't tell me until a /year/ later. A full year." Her right eye twitches visibly.

Zakhar has left his seat and is digging through the bottles upon the other tables, at least he's looking at what's in them this time instead of /sharing/ their contents by spitting it out. Mumbling as he goes, "Oh where to start... fucker up at left one night." He waves with the smoke towards the sea, "Always knew it would end that way, most just get... frustrated with me. Or learn too much and bolt. Though I outlive them..." He scoffs, "Jokes on them though." Tapping at the side of his head, then shaking his head as it looks like he might have set some of his hair on fire in the process.

"So be it, you are only responsible for you and your actions. No one elses," Remus replies. Remus is back to sipping the endless glass of rum in his hand as he listens curiously to the conversation

Griffin frowns. "My last.. friend.. died in the battle to cliam the Barony. We weren't thinking of marriage, but who knows."

Miraj frowns at that. "Losing a friend is bad. Losing a lover is ... harsh. I'm so sorry for your loss." To Bloodbeard, she shakes her head. "I hate it when they do that. Don't have the guts to tell you whats on their mind. Just... leave randomly. Yellow bellies!"

Rufio offers a wink of gratitude in Miraj's direction and turns to Bangarang to wake the Rooster up for some much needed message delivery. Interesting.

"Cowards, you think that is should be simple to be honest but perhaps that is the hardest battle for some," Remus muses. "Trying so hard to wear a figrative mask and be someone they wish to be in a moment but the act grows to hard," he adds with a shrug.

"It is if you know yourself." Zakhar nods back, satisfied that he is not currently on fire and having found a new drink. "Simply go to the one that believes you're to be married and slap them, then tell them that it's all you. Not them. And grab your shit and go. There. simple. not hard at all. None of this fucking business of waiting until the other is off on contract, and leave in the dead of night. Taking all his shit with him, only to leave a group of kittens to wonder where their meal is coming next." He shakes his head, "If it wasn't for the lads in the shop..."

Griffin says, "And there is why I don't believe in fairytales. In the end you find out the person with you is making it up. And so are you. You should try to be truthful instead, even if it hurts." Griffin lifts up his glass in silents salute, and downs it."

"You know you have a point. Feelings /are/ scary but if you are intimate with someone and love someone it shouldn't be all that weird to just share what you're feeling right?" Miraj looks torn now. "He left /kittens/ all defenseless?" She gasps in horror. Monster! She is clearly horrified, shaking her head. "Mmm.. Griffin it was that yes? Griffin. You know I used to be a matchmaker until... the ladies started kicking my door down." She clears her throat awkwardly. "If I had maybe a clearer idea of what you were looking for maybe I could set you up with someone? I kinda have an idea about who wants what. I mean, actually I have a list of single women and what they are looking for."

Griffin quirk up a brow. "Possibly? But not when I'm soused! Often times I can be found at the Shrine of the Queen of Endings."

She chuckles and nods, "Fair enough Lord Griffin. I will see you again soon then. But now? I'm silly drunk. I'm going to have a hangover tomorrow morning.. Ugh I can feel it already." Miraj rubs her head and begins to stand, gently placing an empty champagne bottle down. "It was nice to meet you all. I look forward to running into you in the future. And... don't be afraid to contact me if you need anything. Though you may have to refresh my memory in case I have blacked out parts.. you know..." She taps her temple. "Up here."

Rufio is at the bar still, surrounded by glasses of empty and full natures and messages in progress. It looks like he's either going to be here a while or he's working on some not so boring paperwork for the future of his royal Lordness. It is strange for Rufio to be quiet but he's... up to something.

Zakhar eyeballs Rufio's coc... erm. Rooster with a small squint, "That yours then?" Not exactly a directed question to the man, though the intent is there as best it can be by the old man that appears to be able to hold himself upright while stoned and drunk. Though it could also be the cane which holds him up. Grinning to Remus with a wink, then looking to Miraj, "We'll find you again easily. Or you can wander to the shop and see the cats, and whatever soups you find to dislike."

"It was nice to meet more new people, if you should need the help of a military tactictical genus and can remember any of this event then keep me in mind," Remus replies warmly.

Bangarang preens at Zakhar! Proudly Rufio's!