â€œI swear that I saw him!â€ Lilly said as she sat in a tavern surround by a rather friendly group of people, drunk but friendly.<br/><br/>â€œOye I doubt that las! There is no heir!â€ one of the drunkards said as he drained his tanker.<br/><br/>â€œCome now gents, when has o'l Lilly lied to you before?â€ she asked with her signature grin.<br/><br/>At once the group fell into a fit a hearty laughter as they clapped her on the back and clanked tankards together, spilling the ale as it sloshed about.<br/><br/>â€œAlright, alright. Maybe a time or two, but on this I am telling the truth. I swear on my mother's soulâ€ Lilly proclaims as she drinks down her own ale.<br/><br/>â€œAye. Where be that mother of yours?â€ one from the circle asked, making the others go silent as they seemed to wait intently for her to answer.<br/><br/>Lilly pauses with her tankard at her lips, looking about the crowd around her. Slowly and with care she set the tankard down, her actions very purposeful and drawn out. When there seemed to be a tension in the air she finally spoke. â€œAlright you caught me....I have no idea where my mother could be. Hell knowing her she could be in the bed of one you fine gentlemen right nowâ€ she laughed and the rest of the group laughed with her.<br/><br/>â€œAye Lilly you are such a joker. Always making us laugh with your wild talesâ€ one of the men say as he waves barmaid over to refill drinks.<br/><br/>â€œFair enough, but on this one I am telling the truth. Trust me boys you will see that there is an heir out there who will come back here and take his place on the throne and put right what has been wronged. Mark my wordsâ€ she said as she drained her tankard, placing it down on the table with a solid<span style="font-style: italic">thunk</span>, before taking her leave of the group. Waves and hearty farewells were exchanged as she made her way out of the tavern. Their coin purses untouched and even having a round or two paid by her as she wanted them drink, think fondly of her and continue to spread the rumors of the heir. The more it was on the tongue of people the more chaos it will cause, the more chaos the more she could capitalize on it.<br/><br/>Rubbing her hands together in excitement she just reached the door when,<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">The bartender turned around, "Melanie Tess. Been a long time since you were around here. Tell me, what brings you back to this dump? Ran out of 'demons' to slay?"Â <br/><br/>"Shut it Dad, you are just a drunkard anyway. Where's my gin?" He scowled at her and then passed over the gins. "Thank you." They took a seat next to a window and drank and chatted about anything new that might have changed since she had left somewhere around seven years ago. </span><br/><br/>Smiling to herself she walked over to the table, â€œDo my ears deceive me? Or is there an Angel in here?â€ her tone teasing and flirty as she allows herself a seat at the table. â€œHey there Mel. Miss me?â€ she asked fluttering her eyes in an overly coy gesture before winking and smiling.