The barkeep nodded and smiled.<span style="color: teal">"Aye, took me about a week to get my papers and another month before I could even open up this bar. Don't get me started on how long it took for me to get a stock of anythin' drinkable. Ashia's short for Hellashia, she be some kinda twisted dragon from what I've been told. Vyre here is her consort, she'd know more than I would."</span><span style="color: purple">"Was. I was going to be her consort." </span>The glass of wine shattered in Vyre's hand spilling blood and wine on the bar.<span style="color: purple"> "I thought she was a better person. Instead she threw me away and left to die, at the mercy of the one thing I couldn't deal with was the time she decided to toss me aside and move to someone else."</span>Vyre's outburst didn't seem to faze Oli but he looked rather concerned about her hand not healing though he didn't comment on it.<span style="color: teal"> "So yeah, friend... I wouldn't talk about Ashia if you can avoid it. Word is she can hear you when you talk into the shadows but I ain't about to try it, I had her come in once and I'd much rather she do it when I ain't here. I ain't scared o' much but scales don't sit right wit' me. Sounds like you got the gist of it. Welcome to Silvermoon." </span>Vyre wiped her hand off on her side and started to pick the glass out then healed it with a flash of silver light.<span style="color: purple">"I think I'm going to head out, I've gotten myself too worked up and need to go walk it off." </span>The Elf lift in silence and the barkeep watched her go.<span style="color: teal">"Huh, I've known her for a long time now. If I wasn't scared of angering the wrong people I'd probably chase her down to see what happened, last time I saw her she was drinking like a Dwarf and swearing like one, now a glass of wine and she's not looking to hit someone."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>