As the ship docked, Skippy watched an elf wearing a cloak come running up from somewhere in the city and point his sword at a normal looking man, and a purple-haired woman, claiming that they were demons. Just at the word, Skippy's tail and ears twitched and he tilted his head to the side.<span style="font-style: italic">They're demons? Oooo! I wonder what they can do?</span><br/><br/>As stealthy as any highly trained assassin, Skippy followed the purple-haired woman, highly intrigued. The acrid scent of fish and salty seaweed was in his nose, but he didn't seem to mind, and a soft breeze ruffled his fur. Along the way through the bustling city, through the marketplace and towards an inn, a lot of coin purses disappeared from belts as his deft hands whisked them away into his many pockets.<br/><br/>He followed the woman into an inn, where he could smell some strange stew cooking. As the innkeeper brought a tankard to a dwarf, alcohol also permeated the air. The unfamiliar smell alone had Skippy stumbling slightly. He wiggled his nose and followed the purple-haired one to table, her eyes now suddenly a stunning green.<br/><br/>"Oh! You're eyes change color! What else can you do?" Skippy asked excitedly, taking a seat at her table without waiting to be invited, and his eyes were wide with wonder and excitement.<br/><br/>~~~~~~<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BF00">The bell on the door chimed, and the woman looked up. No one had entered, so she looked around the room and was relieved that the Elf had left. She took a shaky calming breath, and turned to the innkeeper. "Could I have the same as what you gave that Elf?" she asked in her melodic voice. Now anyone could tell what she was, but since the other Elf wasn't there to witness, she was much less scared.<br/><br/>Relaxing some what, she pulled her hood down, revealing her pointed ears, and flowing white-blonde hair. As the innkeeper brought what she had ordered, others began entering the inn left and right. The Elf woman watched as the male Elf from earlier returned, and she bit her lower lip, cursing herself for being so careless. She was also rather curious to see an Anithrope walk in, and a Dwarf. They were rarely seen in these parts, and she herself had never seen a Dwarf in person. She almost laughed out loud at the thought of <span style="font-style: italic">If he were taller, he might actually be a little intimidating.</span><br/><br/>Trying to act as inconspicuously as possible, the Elf woman took a bite out of her bread, her eyes darting from one new patron to the next, curious as to how each one would act. That is, aside from the other Elf, whom she tried to avoid glancing at.</span><br/><br/>~~~~~~<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF0000">Ophelia scryed the item in question in her mirror. It appeared as though it were in a leather pouch as light could barely filter through it. She sighed and released the image. <span style="font-style: italic">Those idiots will get demoted for this! They've made my darling demon so upset.</span><br/><br/>With that thought in mind, she saw Viktor about to leave their bed chamber, and asked, "May I join you? I'd like to pay my respects to Antyr."</span>