(FER)<br/><br/>Putting rivalries aside, consternation edged through the male's voice and Tanyl understood that it was best to move positions for more serious talk. Besides, disorderly crowds didn't suit her palette, only when purpose and drive had meaning to her. Once both human and half-elf moved with ease and traversed toward the back, they settled themselves at a smaller, intimate table. Halcon sat across from her, making sure to face his back toward any possible onlookers. Even though they were away from the burly warriors and uniformed guards, a bit of puzzlement seeped back to her brain.<i>Hmm. I don't remember there being such proliferation. Why are they here, and on neutral grounds for that matter?</i><br/><br/>The churning of her stomach didn't help the fact that she didn't like feeling boxed in. He could see it in those flecks of gold that there was unrest, and for good reason. All she wanted was some peace and quiet for one evening, but even those days were becoming more scarce, it seemed. She knew what kind of position she'd be in after being hand-picked by the Elven King himself. Tanyl began to sense that behind this deceptively, neutral territory, in all actuality, the air was becoming thick, making her restless. Tanyl learned a bit of Halcon's intelligence and observation; her frame leaned over, listening to his hushed spoken timbre. Then as if her own sudden eruption was about to burst, her bright green eyes widened with disgust as her free hand began to tighten into a firm fist. Her once spirited laced lips were instantly replaced with great tension. She was<b>outraged. </b>Had she been but a few years her junior, she would have grabbed Halcon's green cloak without haste, but now was not the time to get fumed with emotions.<i>Calm thyself, Tanyl, </i>she reminded herself.<br/><br/>"I have not been on a mission for quite some time, Halcon," Tanyl spoke in a low, frosted tone, trying to diffuse her own fiery passions. "Is my own king becoming naive? Why is there such a threat upon<b>my </b>head? Unless, that is, you cannot tell me?" Her eyes narrowed toward him. Perhaps she was being a bit judgmental, and after a few moments, trusted his word. She momentarily kicked off the heel of her boot and crossed one leg over the other in irritation.<b>"Via rutha.*</b>" There went that eleven tongue of hers whenever she was triggered. It was not Halcon's fault. Clearly, some vile plan was being orchestrated and it had permeated quicker than Tanyl imagined. If only she could have done some prior investigation. Tanyl didn't like relying on people, but she was going to need Halcon's assistance. They were rather close...once. Though, she wasn't entirely sure what he was ordered to do by the<b>corrupt </b>king. Clearly he wouldn't have informed her had he not cared for her. She just didn't know what to think and thought about escaping tonight. Knowing that the bounty was placed on her beautiful head, meant that there were others wanting those greedy gold coins, but those bastards didn't imagine that killing one half-elf was going to be one, long treacherous scavenger hunt, which was why all those guards were patrolling in and out of the establishment. Fighting was forbidden upon nonaligned lands, though that didn't mean she was safeguarded forever. Eventually, she would be tracked and hunted down.<br/><br/>"My first instinct is to leave as soon as possible, but for now, not very many patrons are off of their wits just yet. What do you propose we do, Halcon? I mean, think about it. Do you know what I've been doing with myself lately? I've been brought on to play as watchdog for these monthly territory war games. My king hasn't given me warning about anything,<i>unless</i>Hadrius is up to something and it wouldn't occur to me if he wished to usurp him, but I could be wrong with this and could be spewing nonsense. It just doesn't make any sense."<br/><br/>Her dagger was within her nearest clutches, always circling at it with nimble fingers, but she decided it was best not to run her mouth for possibly getting herself into trouble. After she sucked in a huge intake of air through her nostrils, she exhaled out of her mouth, nearly blowing out the candle at their table. She loosened up her fist and mildly scratched her head, trying to blow off some steam.<br/><br/>"Sorry..." her demeanor was more or less back to normal, but if Halcon looked at her eyes closely, her black pupils showed dilation to some degree. More water and less alcohol was in need.<br/><br/>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------