Laraine focused on her mirror once again. Instead of focusing on the object itself or the person who carried it, she instead focused on the whereabouts to paint a bigger picture. This time, she saw an inn. It would have taken her some time to recognize it, except that the innkeeper and the barkeep were fully visible, but she could only partially recognize one patron. His image was faded as if she could only vaguely remember what he looked like. The name Borasan came to her mind, and his image flashed behind her eyelids, so why else would he be faded?<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Now is not the time to worry about details!</span>Laraine mentally scolded herself. What mattered was, she now had an idea of where to send the ship's large crew, but how to relay the message? She smiled slyly, already knowing the answer to her own mental question.<br/><br/>Standing, the lady Almerkian stood, her pale skin a sharp contrast against her thick and long, black hair. As she walked to the door, her silken maroon robe trailed across the floor. Laraine opened the door that lead out of the chambers to the main hall of the castle, and she shouted, "PENKO!" The simple name was all she needed for her loyal servant to come, she was sure, and he had just the ability she needed.<br/><br/>Penko arrived within a few short minutes. Since the door was ajar and Penko had not seen either the mistress, nor Chaos lately, he knocked on the wall without peeking inside. Seeing the mistress when she wasn't decent was punishable by death.<br/><br/>"Come in," Laraine said, her voice sharp with impatience.<br/><br/>"Yes, my lady?" Penko asked. He was a grey skinned demon, still fairly young and about the same height as the Almerkian woman.<br/><br/>"Tell these fools when they reach the port, that they are to go to the Dove by Inn!"<br/><br/>Penko's ability is telepathy, and he easily relayed the message to the captain.<br/><br/>~~~~~<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BFFF">Morys raised a brow at the captain. He knew that back in the days of the war, he would have never hoped to have defeated Borasan. Now however, the man looked as though he had not trained in quite some time and spent more time drinking mead than he should have. Still, it wouldn't seem right to defeat a legend, and would probably give the young blonde Almerkian more attention than he wanted.<br/><br/>"Thanks for the offer, Borasan, but I must decline, for I have prior engagements," Morys replied respectfully. He sat back, slouching in his seat, and wondering where his food was. That thought was still on his mind when Borasan brought something to his attention that was more information than he needed.<br/><br/>After the squadron captain left to find the restroom, Morys noticed a man he didn't recognize sitting at the bar. His clothing was soaked from neck to foot, but that could have just been a product of the rain. Morys's own leather armor was plastered to his skin. He also noted an Elf had joined the Anithrope and human boy, and that one of the drunkards had passed out on the floor.</span><br/><br/>~~~~~<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">The Demon captain and his first mate followed Penko's orders which he was told was forwarded from the mistress herself. When he found the inn in question, he only vaguely noticed the sign of a dove in flight with the words: 'Dove by Inn, ALL are welcome.' The three words beneath the flying dove made the Demon sneer.<br/><br/>The two demons entered the inn, noting that it was full of patrons, many of them locals with a few who stuck out in the crowd. A group of drunken men, as well as most of the Almerkians immediately left the inn upon seeing the Demons' horns. The captain reasoned that whoever held the item they sought would have more moxy.<br/><br/>"Who here has 'picked up' our artifact? It is black and orange in color and very dear to us," the Captain stated, walking further into the room and surveying the area. At first glance, the only one they would have a problem with fighting would be, most likely, the wolf Anithrope as their animalistic strength almost rivaled in-human strength of Demons. Almost. They were still outnumbered, for the moment.</span><br/><br/>~~~~~<br/><br/><span style="color: #40BFFF">The sound of sliding metal broke through the still air as Morys drew one of his two swords. "I assure you that no one here would steal," the Almerkian said, having noticed the implications the demon had used. He was also fully aware that he held the object.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Just to be sure," the first demon who had walked in said, and without looking at his companion he added, "Go bring the others. Blood is about to spill."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #40BFFF">The bell tied to the inn's door sounded as the second demon who had walked in walked back out and he started shouting things in his own language. Morys stood and drew his second sword, daring the captain to come attack him, and the demon obliged, drawing his own cutlass and rushing at him with a challenging roar.<br/><br/>Morys didn't flinch when their swords collided with a loud <span style="font-style: italic">CLANG!</span> The stronger demon forced Morys back against the table, but he still had one sword free.</span>