<span style="font-style: italic">"I don't think anyone has ever been this excited to talk to me before." She giggles and wipes her mouth then takes a sip of her drink.</span><br/><br/>"Well, you're a demon aren't you? I've never met a demon before!" Skippy explained, with a big grin on his face, his tail undulating like a fluffy snake.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Oh I can do a vast amount of things. I can turn into different animals and I can play with fire and make fire. I can also read your mind and if I wanted to make anyone do what I want them to do."</span><br/><br/>If it was possible, Skippy's large black eyes got even larger as he stared at the woman in awe. "Really?! That's amazing! You must be a very skilled magic user!"<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">She rests her head on her folded hands. "What's your name child? and are you hungry?" she pushes the plate towards him. "I'm afraid my human body can't eat all of this alone." She chuckles and crosses her legs under the table.</span><br/><br/>"I'm not a child! I'm sixteen, that makes me near an adult... at least by human standards. By my race's, I am an adult! Anyway, my name's Skippy," he replied, going from irritated, to happy. Then, Skippy gave the stew she had been eating a disgusted look. "I'm hungry, but I'm a vegetarian... Don't worry though, I like foraging for my food." Skippy smiled at her, pleased to have a companion.<br/><br/>The bell jingled, and Skippy looked up to see who had entered.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~<br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF00">The Elf woman was relieved when the other Elf didn't approach her. She leaned back in her chair for a moment and studied the dwarf. She watched as he spoke to the innkeeper about something that obviously troubled him.<br/><br/>When the innkeeper went about going back to his customers, and she had finished her bread and cheese, the Elf decided to speak with the dwarf as well. She stood, glanced at the white-haired Elf who was sitting in a shadowed corner again, before getting the courage to speak with the dwarf.<br/><br/>"Hello sir," she paused before deciding that he wouldn't know who she was. "My name's Lysonna Dyminesk. Forgive me if I'm disturbing you sir, but I have never seen a dwarf before even though you are my territory neighbor. I believe we Elves were informed that you were in a war with the humans, and I apologize for us not aiding you, but I'm curious as to why you would be in the territory that you were once at war with."<br/><br/>As she waited for a reply, the bell on the inn's door jingled, and she looked up to see who had entered.</span><br/><br/>~~~~~~~<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BFFF">Two of the demons from the ship entered to scout out the Dove By Inn. As they opened the door, many of the beings in the room turned to see who had entered, and one matched their lord's wife's description.<br/><br/>"A gray-furred Anithrope," one of them whispered. "Isn't that how Lady Ophelia described the one who took the object?"<br/><br/>His companion nodded and he grinned. "Don't start the fun without me," he said, and quickly turned to go outside. He shouted for his comrades, and it could be heard through the door.<br/><br/>The first demon, an experienced man in his mid-thirties with lots of muscle to talk for him, moved toward the Anithrope and his female companion. His smirk was a dark one that revealed his desire to bring pain. "Hello young sir, I believe you have something that belongs to us."<br/><br/>The Anithrope clicked his teeth together like an angry rodent, then he spoke as innocent as any child could, "I wouldn't take anything. Maybe you dropped it?"<br/><br/>"Aye. A strong storm hit our ship just last night and the raging waters took this particular item over board. We were told a gray Anithrope picked it up, and you match that description."<br/><br/>"I told you, I don't have it!" The demon snarled, reaching for Skippy's throat, however, the squirrel Anithrope bit the hand just as a swarm of other demons, led by the one that had left, entered the inn. "Kill them all and find that object!" he ordered. </span><br/><br/>~~~~~<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF0000">Ophelia watched her husband enter the circle, and he disappeared. That was normal. When one entered, nothing could be seen nor heard of them while they conversed with the gods. Ophelia waited rather impatiently for him to return.<br/><br/>Only a few minutes later, Viktor stepped out from the circle, looking rather shaken. <span style="font-style: italic">"Keep a track of the ones going after that item. I need it!"</span><br/><br/>Ophelia nodded. "Yes, my darling." With that, she turned to head back to their bed chamber to sit in front of her mirror and conjure the image of their demon minions and checking on their progress.</span>