The loud cracking of bones was followed with a deep grunt only a voice of Ramen could make. A group of men, known for their slave trade and wealth were not happy about being shoved aside by an oversized man in metal. They did not care about how much strength and armour one could wear if it meant their frail bodies were tossed aside like it was worth nothing. The creature should be taught a lesson to be careful around the owners of Hunth, the real owners of Hunth. They mistook the giant for a human, perhaps a dvergar, but they were not ill-minded like they suspected he was.<br/><br/>The group of 6 cloaked Ramen turned up and quickly began to mutter the words of healing and incantations to mend their bones. Spells that were precious to the men, and they treated each and every bone broken as a broken bone to be repaid. With a body that frailed quicker then the mind did, you had to be as thick as a ogre to want to pick a fight with the inhabitants of Hunth. Imirag, the tallest and oldest of the six cloaked men sweeped with his just mend arm over the table and tossed the mug of ale with precision before the running feet of the giant. He watched with a vengeful glare if the man would fall of his feet in his haste to find the creature he seemed so desperately looking for. Other men, the real drunkards and whore-sons of the tavern quickly scurried away. Most of them Ramen to young too have seen real battle, or old enough to know the reputation of the group that was angered now.<br/><br/>Whether the giant would fall to his feet or not, Imirag and his brethren were already mumbling the words of the old gods, words of magic, as their hands were now waving difficult patterns in the air to summon the giant to freeze in this place. They would fight him, until he begged for their forgiveness, because their were bones to repaid in hunth today.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">***​</div><br/>W'ineton did her best not to stare into his eyes, nevertheless she failed miserably. So this was going to be a touch bargain to deal with, and it would cost her life eventually. The Kaiser would have never send one of his strongest servants to get her, if this was not an important matter. Other then that, she doubted she would bring this to a good ending, because if she would go with the Demon and do the Kaisers bidding, it would result into a slavery till death, if death came quicker or not after her help was given. No, she needed to get out of here as fast as possible, that was for certain.<br/><br/>The Aviari ground her teeth as she looked into his stare, carefully shielding her thoughts with the thickest barrier she had ever managed to put up, in fear of the Ramen trying to pry her thoughts. Luckily he kept it at giving her the biggest headache she had felt in years, though nothing would compare to the headache if she were able to escape from her own hellhole. It was then that Dementia had finished his last words to her. An opening, a way to get out would be very welcome if it was presented to her now, as the man walked over to the bar for a drink.<br/><br/>Nobody could ever say that wished do not come true in the wonderful city of Hunth. As the Demon had left her to unhinge her jaw from its painful strain she had put on it, she could hear one of her finer guests getting angry amidst the chaos her inn was in right now. At any other moment in her establishment she would have hurried over there and made the men make amence outside or solve the problem in other, more diplomatic ways. But now it was the warmest welcome, the most beautiful song she had ever heard in her life, to hear those men pick a fight with the biggest metal idiot in her bar. She didn't really know if the metal man was truly as dumbstruck as he made himself out to be, to break the bones of Ramen in a tavern for Ramen, in a city of Ramen. Perhaps he was just as scared as every other drunk in the whorehouse, finding its way outside. But for now though, she was going to use this great distraction to stand up and hurry with her skirts pulled up, towards her own chambers.<br/><br/>On her way to the stage, as she was about to disappear behind the curtains to find her way to the portaldevice that was hidden in her room, she tried to signal her guard. She couldn't leave her behind, and grabbed the poor girls wrist with a painful stabbing of the magic still being pent up inside of her, ready to be released in perhaps the first fight she had fight in years. Would she still be able to do it? The acrobatic clown from earlier would be able to see the mistress of the house flee, her eyes filled with rage and panic, a sight the man had never seen before, as she fled past his hiding place in the shadows. A pain in her heart struck her all of a sudden, a realization that every single one of the culprits in this inn would probably not survive the wrath of dementia as soon as he found out she had fled the place. Her eyes suddenly locked onto the vulpari girl who was behind the big shadow of the metal giant. With her magic still in her hands, she touched her lips and whispered softly from the great distance they were looking at each other. The words would be magically transported through the chaotic brawl that was already starting in the place, were men were raping whores on the tables, and drunks being slammed against the ground by their wrathful table-guests. Only to be heard by the Vulpari that was trembling in a corner of her inn, the words of her own language soothingly soft in her ears as it dulled all other sounds to a eerily silence.<br/><br/>''Imry ita' kahly amarhin parrin, saveti em er ime''<br/><i><br/>
Follow me into safety my little girl, or be trampled by the rhino's of the wild.</i><br/><br/>As soon as the words were spoken, she turned back to the stage and disappeared behind the curtains.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>