(Xarces)<br/>The merwoman observed Xarces for a moment before offering a hand. "My name is Jaas. Queen of Suinouzin. There is a lovely restaurant just down the road by the name of 'Hope', and I would love for you to join. It is a cheesy sort of name for a restaurant in an even cheesier 'Oath', but it works for my tastes. Sir Xarces, all of your questions I would be more than happy to answer." She said with an almost sly grin.<br/><br/>"There you go again, Jaas, luring another one in to dangerous waters. How long are you going to play this game?" The dragon growled, now looking quite annoyed. This day had not according to scheduale at all, and worse yet, he was the only one going without attention. He was a damn dragon! Since when did dragons become less interesting that mermaids, humans, and harpies?<br/><br/>"The difference, my dear Maximilian, is that I'm not going to eat this one." Jaas giggled, winking at the dragon. Max looked away, grunting.<br/><br/>(eatablecarnage)<br/>The blacksmith nodded and searched the racks for a moment before bringing forward a short sword, two daggers, a katana, and a bow made of sturdy Elvenwood. "We have a good selection of weapons for people who prefer speed or precision over power. We have a wonderful selection, and these are no more than ten gold each." The blacksmith said cheerfully.<br/><br/>(Bright)<br/>The Library was as interesting a place as it was a mysterious one. When Jules entered, he would find that the shelves were completely covered in books of all sizes and lengths. It seemed like this place held every secret of the world here, and maybe even more. The curious thing, and the one that drew the most attention, was the round table in the center, where ten individuals sat behind the table in an almost meditative stance, eyes closed as a faint green aura surrounded then. While some individuals lobbied to just read, a few stopped in to visit the people behind the table, conversing with them, asking them questions.<br/><br/>(Nooguy)<br/>If Gina minded that Sasha was following them, she didn't make it known. She supported Hubert all the way to a small building, a clinic for minor injuries or physical check-ups. She sat Hubert on a table and began to inspect him, hands surrounded in a green aura as she touched on places where the injuries were the worst. "I'm sorry that your first encounter with kings and queens had to be as such, madam. I assure you, at better times things were much different." Gina said to Sasha.<br/><br/>(letsgowiththat)<br/>The naga had held her position behind the bar, but now she was sporting a rather lively bulge in her human stomach. Business went on as usual around the bar, however, as no one seemed to mind this. The naga looked Garrick over for a second before throwing the drink together, seeming to not have the same care and grace as the elf did. "Tell me, what brings such a filthy drunkard to a place like Oath? You don't seem like a man interested in politics and you're not much of a historian. I'm just guessing at least." The naga grunted, workin on the second drink.