<br/><strong>Fear and cowardice wins over outside the Perfect Princess</strong><br/><br/>Confronted with both Shiloh and Weom's intimidating presence and distinctly aware of the meaning of the masked figures presence the ringleaders nerve was visibly shaken, he fought to contain his nerves and steady himself against the fear of what may come of the encounter and what he may loose if he runs.  The Necromancer fixed him with a cold glare and a slight crease of a smile upon his lips knowing that things had turned in his favor now,  he could sense the fear of the crowd there hate turning to terror for there own fate.<br/><br/>And then more among the group begun to turn from there intent to there self preserving instincts, many of them took Shiloh's words as the sign to leave and those that did not where soon joined by more after Weom's threat. The ringleader's face was red with furry and he twitched and seethed as he tried to come to terms with the situation and figure out a way to turn things to his advantage, but there seamed no possible way to overcome these odds the mob was dispersing and he had lost control and no doubt respect. He was trapped whatever he did he knew this but he planed to escape with his life, not so willing to throw it away for another cause or for his respect that could be reinforced later.  He turned to the few loyal and brave men who had stuck by him and remained and shook his head as he slowly begun to back off, his eyes never left them as he and his men slowly withdrew.<br/><br/>The Necromancer relaxed and leaned upon his staff for support glancing to his female guardian and the others in turn with a respectful nod.<em>“At ease Iodali they shall not be back this night.”</em>He glanced to his rescuers once more and made a sweeping gesture between his chest and Iodali the female guardian.<em>“I am Gemedes of Hollowfaust, this is my faithful companion Iodali of the unfailing our thanks are owed to you I think.” </em>Iodali bowed slightly before them and offered up a twinge of a smile.<em>“Thank you strangers your assistance was most timely and welcome.” </em><br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Storm and Princess at the bar</strong><br/><br/>The half orc woman seamed slightly enamored by Storm's comments it was slightly disturbing to see her slightly flustered and blushing, the lustful glint in her eye was not so comforting either.  About the bar a few of the patrons glanced to Storm as if she was crazed or suicidal while a few more laughed and pointed at “Princess”.  Princess turned from Storm moving over to one of the barrels behind her and filling a flagon with a frothy mixture, she turned back and sat it down before Storm with a slight pout and flutter of her thick eyelashes which looked distinctly like they had been enhanced by the addition of others.<em>“Princess dun lik dem neither, but I lik yer ya got a look abut yer tha yer knowz wats goin on. Yer talks som sense too..yer welcome in ere weneva yer lik and Princess be glad ta have yer.” </em><br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong><br/>Rhealla and Arsuth<br/></strong><br/>Arsuth listened to Rhaella as he glanced about to make sure there was nobody paying to much attention to them, satisfied he lowered himself slightly so that he was not peering down upon Rhaella and could speak more personally to her. His tone became more quite and serious “<em>I see well that would make sense of course, you seek the Key no doubt and you say it was stolen from your employer ?”</em>He paused for a moment of thought as he toyed with his mustache<em>“I have heard of this  Key and from whence it was stolen, I have had requests for information and retrieval of it before I do not think you are the only one seeking it Elf.  Are you sure that this key belongs to your employer ? I do not think I can help you acquire it but I can tell you of those who are interested in it, and perhaps find out where Luficent is for you for a price of course.”</em>