<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">After they were shown to their rooms, which there were only 2 left in this establishment, Sybille and the others met up in the tavern below to get a warm meal. Marek barely sat down when he asked about who would share rooms with each other, or better yet...who was next to bed him. Sybille rolled her eyes at thee same time as Jynx mentioned that someone was eager, <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">"Boy, you get laid twice and you can't get enough can ya?"</span> She listened to what the feline had to say to him and nodded, <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">"Hm...There's nothing wrong with getting rough every now and then."</span><br/>
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She stared as Elri fondled a feline breast, causing Sybille to roll her eyes but at the same time chuckle. She wasn't the type to advertise her sexuality in public places. She nearly choked on her drink when the Shadowfang suggested that Marek should sleep with Sybille instead. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">"I don't mix business with pleasure. No offense, Monk."</span> And not to mention that they only met less than a week ago. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">"Besides, aren't monks supposed to have an oath of celibacy?"</span> she quirked an eyebrow at him.<br/>
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Their conversation was cut short when a canine looking beastfolk invited himself at the table. The way the Shadowfangs responded to him made Sybille realize that they not only know each other but there's some very bad blood between the 3 of them. Sybille was cautious as she listened to the male trying to get a rise out of her. She casually finished her mug of ale while thinking to herself. Never breaking eye contact with the canine as she wiped her mouth and spoke loud enough for the whole tavern to hear.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">"Oi, I don't know who you think you are but I don't think that the good folk o' Skelt will appreciate the way you talk about the Forest Marshal like that,"</span> the moment she spoke of Nirmathas undisputed military leader the tavern went quiet as the air went serious. One would get chills from the death stares they'd be getting now.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(243, 121, 52)">"What'd he say?"</span> said one of the patrons in half-drunken stupor.<br/>
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Sybille turned in her chair and pointed with her thumb at the canine, <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">"The pup is saying that Nirmathas was better off before ya'll took down the government. But I-I told him, "</span> she said in a false tipsy voice, <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">"I told him that; look pup, ye don't know what these people went through. The suffering, the corruption. I mean."</span> She got up, exciting the crowd even more while pointing accusing fingers at Raven, <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">"Let's face it. Right now Nirmathas is a -little- but chaotic. It's only normal, right? Ya'll are still trying to figure things out, BUT HEY! It works for ya! So who the fuck should care or have a say in this. Especially an outsider like the pup over there."</span><br/>
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And just like that Sybille's own silver tongue managed to turn an entire tavern of cranky miners against Raven, chasing him out of the tavern. When peace returned to the tavern Sybille grabbed her empty mug and turned to Marek real quick, <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">"Hey, you wanna get laid so much? Watch this!"</span> She stood on her chair with one foot on the table and mug raised. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">"DRINKS ON US! ALL AROUND!"</span> And the crowd cheered as barmaids were paying more attention to the folks that bought drinks for the entire tavern.<br/>
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Booze makes friends fast among the common folk, especially the hard working kind like miners and farmers. Sybille may look like a spoiled brat but her companions needs to remember, she wasn't always one... Piracy wasn't always war at sea, sometimes you had to use your brains, and sometimes you just needed to know how to speak the language. She noticed how the, and most of Nirmathas as divided, almost everywhere people had their own version of government to represent them. Village elders, Town mayors, Clan leaders, etc... But one thing they stood united against was some kind of military commander known as the Forest Marshal. Sybille had no clue who he is but the people had great respect for the man. He most likely played an important part in bringing down the previous government here.<br/>
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The pirates of Conquerer's bay didn't call her Black Sparrow for no reason. She gave Marek a big smile and a wink as they enjoyed another mug, though she wondered where the Shadowfangs went?</span>