Roberto
The Singing Shepherd was not a usual stop for Jaeger on his travels. But daylight had come and that required him to seek shelter in the halfling's home. Nellady was a welcoming woman, as were the staff, who accepted his coin for a room for a day and a night. This would give him some time to perhaps see a return of the silver spent on the room, and on food and drink. He didn't need the sustenance like the Living, but he had found that people did not ask as many questions of well paying customers. 

The bard had ate on the road, and he was thankful of the deer that had saved him from his hunger. Jaeger now sat in the small tavern with the Grim-Lyre in hand. As thanks for their hospitality and kindness, he agreed to put on one Hell of a show. 

The songs he played ranged from lively and dance worthy, to slow and melancholic. With his latest piece, he used the Mist to create figures as he sang. These figures would dance and fight in accordance to each verse, but amidst these chaotic scenes were two figures - a man and a woman that joined in the dancing, or participated in the fighting to escape. Both of them were artisans, and he couldn't help but feel nostalgic of the story of how his parents had met. 

It was then that he took notice of the door opening into the tavern, showing a figure illuminated by the torches that were lit outside in order to attract travelers. Jaeger eyed this figure as he paused the song, and therefore allowed the Mist to disappate into nothingness. The same welcome that had been offered to him was likewise offered to the figure.
Patricia
*Travelling further to the Northeast region, near the foreign lands, Severus finally reached Miller Dale of Heatherstead.*

*The journey through the land of Dwarvens were dangerous, yet waa thrilling. Upon the arrival at this land of positivity and full of light, he was looking for something more exciting.*

*The curvy streets of Miller Dale led him to a welcoming looking tavern, the Singing Shepherd. The name was written on a hanging sign outside the tavern. Without hesitation, he pushed the front door gently. A women welcomed the new guest and Severus nodded politely in reply. The atmosphere was peaceful, but just recently, he could hear music echoed inside. There was a fireplace warmed up the house and the crackling sound was... Crackling.*

*Severus could feel everything that was living in this building, an extraordinary power that human might not be able to comprehend. Yet, there was still something bothered Severus as he looked around. People obviously did not care about his presence except for one. That was a bard.*

*His eyes were like glowing through the holes on the metal helmet. He looked at the bard that he believed to have less 'life energy' than the rest of the place.*

*He had an urge, an urge to approach and have a conversation with that individual.*

"That's a good lyre you have got."

"Actually, you know what? We've just met but... We are quite similar. Especially in one aspect."

*Severus spoke metaphorically, mostly because he was not sure if his instinct was correct or not.*

*It was not so long until another person entered the tavern. Usually, Severus would not care about that, but this time, he turned his back to look towards the entrance after the bard finished answering.*

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Sandra
*The eyes that peered through the door of the tavern were far from human, and despite the pale blighted color, the creature brimmed with life. His arms were long, armed fingertips hanging below the knee tipped with wooden claws. The best word to describe the creature was a poorly disguised monster, and despite this all, it spoke in perfect language*

"What is that music?"

*The creature had no mouth, nose, or any other facial feature than the pale yellow orbs that peered from behind the mask. Even the seemingly perfect speech felt less like a voice and more like a recording. The tone was off for such a lively tavern, strained and almost fearful.*

*The woman that greeted Kafral was certainly no stranger to oddities, but the leafy skin and plank mask led to the conclusion that a plant had walked into her tavern. Kafral stood completely still in the doorway, no heartbeat, no breath, staring at the bard with curious eyes. It wasn't until he was further ushered in that Kafral awkwardly stood in the middle of the tavern, with the same cold stare*

"Music"

*The mask that adorned Kafral's "Face" Began to vibrate and warp, changing one tone at a time until a small piece of the bard's performance was played back to him through a wild filter. Recognizable, but not quite right, the sound was otherwise pure minus a familiar streak of corruption in a soul that was close to letting go*
Roberto
"You speak true. We sre indeed *Quite similar. Apparently", he paused to view the masked stranger who had been admiring his music and the story he had told with the Mist. Seeing it replayed before him was interesting to say the least, even with the distorted audio playback that accompanied. Jaeger continued; "We are all of similar stock. You may join me, both of you, at my table. Give me a few moments. I may much of the man I was, but I am still a man of my word. Please. Sit and enjoy."

The three of them together reminded him of a song. Even if it wasn't applicable to their respective roles, the similarities were quite prevalent. His calloused fingertips plucked the strings with practiced ease. The Mist reforemed and began to form a shape based off of the character he sang of. Thankfully, this was a more popular song for the common folk and was not left to sing alone.

"There will come a soldier,
Who carries a mighty sword;
He will tear your city down,
Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh Lord;
He will tear your city down,
Oh lei, oh lai, oh Lord. 

"There will come a poet,
Whose weapon is his word;
He will slay you with his tongue,
Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh Lord;
He will slay you with his tongue, 
Oh lei, oh lai, oh Lord.

"There will come a ruler,
Whose brow is laid in thorn;
Smeared with oil like David's boy,
Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh Lord;
Smeared with oil like David's boy,
Oh lei, oh lai, oh Lord."

Applause and cheers rang out, as the last note echoed into nothingness. He announced then that he was going to rest for a moment in order to converse with the strangers joining him. 

"Pardon me gentlemen. I had to placate the passer-by. Otherwise, we would not be able to take this moment and speak. I am Jaeger the Fallen, a pleasure to meet you both."

There was food and drink delivered to the table, and Jaeger had to stifle a laugh. It was unlikely that they would be feasting like most of the Living do, but the food would hopefully not go to waste.
Patricia
*Severus gently nodded at the friendly invitation as he carefully moved the small wooden chair to make way for himself.*

*The quick and lively melody was catchy, not to mention the folks joined and sung along as well. It caused for Severus to feel anemoia, such an unfamiliar thing could reached the mind of a life-full undead. At the end of the song, Severus had to wait for people to stop cheering so that he could have a proper talk with the two interesting men.*

"It's a pleasant to meet you too," *Then he turned to the... Plant man.* "And you as well."

*Severus nodded to the waiter as a thank for having brought the refreshments. Before continuing,*

"I am Severus Lavendrature. You two can call me Severus."

*His calm and deep voice was not too loud, just enough for them to hear. The farmers and others were just making some noises in the background which was not a big issue. The crackling sound of coming from the fire was natural and heartwarming.*

"This is my first day at Miller Dale, I didn't expect that this place is so much more bright amd happy compared to the folks' narration."

*He chuckled a bit then spoke again,*

"Well, just kidding."

*No one including himself knew how could he make such a terrible joke. That must be the worst joke he had ever made. After the awful joke, he waited for the plank man to introduce himself... Or would he just say "Music" Again?*

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Sandra
*Kafral stared at Severus with eyes as blank as the mask he wore. Expressionless, it was difficult to tell exactly what the creature was thinking. The awkward moment was broken as the mask began to vibrate and buzz, forcing strange sounds to play together in a wild form of volatile speech.*

"Sever Us"

*The wilderling spoke the name slowly, like a child learning a new word. It was the only interaction Kafral offered before turning his attention back to the bard of the room*

"Yay Gear"

*The starved yellow that clouded Kafral's eyes seemed a little less shrouded when looking at the bard, recognizing something he didn't quite understand*

"*Fallen*"

*The word was spoken differently than the rest, carrying with it a small ambience of woodland creatures, partly comforting, but mostly strange. Kafral looked back and forth between the two as he spoke his word, nothing below his neck moved as one eye was locked on Jaeger and the other on Severus. Were it not so unnerving, the sight could be quite comical.
Roberto
"A pleasure, Severus. And... Hmm", he was amused at the attempt of the joke, but humor was clearly not something the armored undead was particularly proficient in just yet. Still, Jaeger was not rude and chuckled in response. 

"Not exactly sure about the joke, but the place is rather beautiful, I agree."

Jaeger eyed the masked face of the creature. He was sentient, knowing it's surroundings and the basics of decorum. What he was, exactly, was unknown to the Necromancer. But he was a bit simple-minded, judging by his diction. 

"Your name, friend. Can I hear it?"

Thankfully, this was not the first time he had dealt with such problems with linguistics. As he spoke, slowly and clearly, he used sign language to accompany each word. He had learned some of the signs over his years wandering from here to there, mostly just enough to find out basic information. 

"You know my name. Jaeger", he touched his chest and then held his hand, palm facing the chest of the creature, "And you?"
Patricia
*Severus would just observe the two talking as he did not have any much to say. He gently patted the pommel of the rapier on his right side. There were two other swords neatly sat on the left side of his hip. One's parts seemed to be made of gold.*

*The chair he was sitting in was squeaking, he was worried that it would not be able to bear the weight. But he believed in it anyways.*

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Sandra
*Without any evidence of expression, a string of buzzing pitches played through the mask in a fraction of a second. Some of the sounds were simply too high or too low to be heard by human ears, but were still uncomfortable enough to leave a ringing in the ears of men. Kafral would immediately follow the display up with his usual wild speech.*

"Jaegrr"

*A clawed hand went out to both Jaeger and Severus, the wooden claws long and curved more closely resembled talons. Now staring at the empty space between the two, Kafral spoke once more.*

"Jaeger, Severus, Kafral"

*As one eyes rolled sideways to look as Jaeger, another turned to see Serverus*
Roberto
"Good to meet you, Kafral. Thank you for joining us", Jaeger said with a rather pleased smile. He was scared for a moment that their conversation would be more different, but his fear turned out to be unfounded. At least for now. 

Tapping his fingers on the table as he openly stared at Kafral, Jaeger pondered quietly as the festivities of the tavern when on about them. Then, he snapped his fingers. The bard turned his attention back to the armored Severus and nodded, "Our friend Kafral here is an interesting one. A forest creature. The embodiment of natural life taking sentience, sitting with two who are absent of that which makes them Living."

Jaeger laughed softly, before taking his glass of wine and sipping it slowly and casually. He presented himself as noble. From how he spoke to how he squared his shoulders, keeping his back straight and chin parallel to the table.
Patricia
*Severus would simply nod at Kafral after hearing his... Perhaps name. He could only confirm after Jaeger's greeting.*

"Haha, in a lively place of purely mortals."

*The weird conversation caught others attention, though Severus did not mind.*

*Severus reached out to pat the nearby wooden pillar, mostly wanted to see what kind of wood was that. The quality of it was brilliant.*

*Suddenly, the tavern's door was brutally opened and a creepy man appeared, shouting as he was looking for someone,* "Hah! Found thou, bastard. We'v meet again! Now, I'v returned with better men. Thou shall pay for thing thou had done!" *He pointed at Severus.*

*Severus stared at the man, trying to remember where did they meet,*

"We've really met before?"

*The fierce man, whose face was ferociously deformed, kept shouting at Severus. After a while of causing problem, he walked inside the building. A group of strong and muscular men were also coming with him. Their face was evil and they were all armed with swords and armour.*

*Severus sighed seeing that. Still trying to remember who was that man.*
Sandra
*The shouting seemed to frighten Kafral, the wilderling puffing up its leafy flesh as the fronds behind the mask leaned forward. As the mask began to buzz and distort, a perverted recording was played through the vibrations. The sound was horrid, hundreds of screams, men, women, and even children played back through the mask accompanied by an eerie strain of corruption. Though the screams were worrying in their own right, something was just a little off with every memory of fear. Kafral even began to release a putrid stink, the smell akin to rotten flesh. The sickly sweet smell flooded the table as the screams were cut off completely. Now those blighted eyes aimed their illness at the men, clouds of sun running rampant behind the mask*
Roberto
Jaeger continued to sit, only standing to gently lull the screams into silence, including Kafral's. Severus seemed confused by these men and their sudden appearance, and Kafral was not helping. Instead, he stepped away from the table, and the horrid smell that Kafral had unleashed. 

"Gentlemen, can we not settle this outside? This place and these people are not the object of your revenge or justice, so perhaps we can save them the sight of you all butchering each other?"

Jaeger's hope was that his words would touch the humanity in not only these men, but Severus as well. Currently, Jaeger and the Grim-Lyre were the only line of defense between the thuggish brutes who had roughly intruded upon the serenity of the *Shepherd*, and it's patrons. 

"Please. See reason and let's all step outside, so you all and Severus may handle your business."
Patricia
*The men were confused and disgusted what happened to the wood creature but they did not retreat just because of that. Soon after that, they all were back to normal again and keep their raging atitude.*

*The man with deformed face shouted angrily at Jaeger for interupting his business,* "Not thou problem, thou moron!" *He intended to draw his sword and strike at Jaeger.*

*However, his attention was ruined because Severus quickly grasped his arm and almost broke it. The cracking bone sound could be hear, but not too clearly. That man nearly screamed because of the pain.*

"Keep that away from this gentleman." *Severus' voice was threatening and determined. Oh, he also learned the word "Gentleman" From Jaeger.*

*However, what could possibly stop the fools from doing what they wanted? One of the guy from the group of the muscular men who followed that deformed man patted Severus' shoulder,* "And you keep away from captain."

"Captain huh?" *Something reminded him about that deformed man. He might be the pirate captain, an unnamed person in Severus' mind.*

"Ah! You are him. The day by the seashore, I hit you so hard that you almost died right?" *Severus laughed loudly at him.* "You're really brave. Really brave."

*The captain was annoyed because of his mocking words, and was about to tell the man behind Severus to do something. However, he did not expect another brutal bash blew on his skull, caused him to lie on the floor unconscious.* "Iron-fist is not for decorating. I won't let you-"

*Suddenly, someone interupted Severus while he was speaking. A woman sound shouted at the group,* "ALL OF YOU! GET OUT OF HERE. Or I will call the guards to kick your ass!" *That was Nellady the mid-age woman shouting at them. She was a daring woman.*

*Another muscular man from the group was annoyed and was about to approach Nellady.*
Sandra
*The continued chaos seemed to be taking a toll on the wilderling. Kafral's mask began to buzz and glow, the heat radiating from it jumping higher and higher with each new demonstration of violence. By the time Severus had knocked one of the men to the floor, the wilderling was primed to fire. Small flames licked Kafral's shoulders, bring small patches of leafy flesh to ash before dissipating. But how unfortunate, and how cruel was the world when another loud should broke Kafral's facade. Kafral's face flashed in the direction of Nellady, the pink light from the mask leaving the wilderling nearly blind. By the time Nellady got out her last word, the building pressure in the mask discharged in a bright beam of light. The beam carried years from under the sun, condensed and concentrated into a blast of localized heat capable of burning through several inches of flesh in less than a second. Though the blasts hardly lasted longer than half a second, the destruction they had left behind was horrid.*
Kurt
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