<br/><strong>Barbarian at the Bar</strong><br/><br/>The halfling nodded to Woem as he glanced between him and the drunken dwarf who was swaying slightly on his stool still clutching another patrons drink, the dwarves attention seamed to have drifted and he was now busy seemingly eyeing up the half orc host and barmaid as she chatted away with Storm.  The halfling tried to offer an apologetic smile to Woem and spoke up so that he could be heard clearly.<em>“Sir I think it be best that we conclude this business elsewhere and in the morrow perhaps, he ain't going to remember anything much you tell him now and well I don't expect you is alone in this venture come by Forgar's Forge and we will set you up.”</em><br/><br/>The halfling grabbed at the dwarves belt and tugged at it until he glanced around<em>“Gunnfaaar!”</em>the halfling frowned and swiftly slapped him about the face, with a spit of swollen drink the dwarves face went bright red and he glared at the halfling before seeming to come into some awareness.<em>“Wha...wats up Gun?” </em>The halfling shook his head and sighed “We are leaving Forgar you have work to do.” The dwarf grinned slightly<em>“Ayeeee lad that I do....that I do....what is it again ?”</em>the halfling gritted his teeth and sneered at his dwarven friend.<em>“Jus kidding lad..kidding I ken what it was dun worry none.” </em>He chuckled slightly as he clambered to the floor and gave a glance to Woem.<em>“Was nice ta meet yer Woem, see yer soon I expect gud luck in tha pits if not.”</em>The pair waved and bowed respectfully to Woem before heading off.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Storm and Princess pub gossip</strong><br/><br/>Princess seamed quite glad to speak with Storm although she did not neglect her duties about the bar, but it showed how good a barkeep she was managing to handle both the bar and keep up conversation with Storm.<br/><br/><em>“I nat one fur tha lik ov iz services nah, can't beat tha real thing nun ov dis mental trickery an dreamz.”</em>She shook her head the matted blonde wig flailing about her cheeks and shoulders, pigtails braided and tied with god knows what stained with things one would dare to imagine.<em>“Pffft...dreamz..dey iz for nancies an soft beggars, dun lik der idea of it merself.” She shivered seemingly disturbed by the thought. “Still...good business can't argue wit dat, sum like it I suppose fancy magiks an stuff nat fer Princess.”  </em><br/><br/>It was quite difficult to understand entirely what Princess was talking about at times since she seamed to change the topic of conversation rather randomly, it was almost as if she was partly carrying on conversations she had started with others about the bar.<br/><br/><em>“Yer I bet tha pair iz frum Hollowfaust awright, been ere abut a week naw dun know wat there buziness iz ere. Seen overs watchin em too, yer much attention on dem nobody dun nuthin yet.”</em><br/><br/><em>“Yep tha big fella Maggot tha call em...he fights in tha pits yer know, almust naked the Dwarf sayz sum sort ov honor thing or sumthin.  Yer da say he iz lookin for sumthin, looking for some papers or sumthin seeks an audience wit a devil or sumthin, all kindz in ere ain't saying nuthin long az they got tha coin.”<br/></em><br/><em>“Tha Calzitans are lookin fur Lucy dey say she is a right ole bat apparently, think she is one of dem witches but good luck ter I say. Twice dey tried to come in ere cloze dis place down, parrently  I iz inkoving riot an revolutionz daft feks.  I aint involved in nuthin lik dat, jus elp out der little onez from time ter time let em use my storage an do em sum favorz, but dun know this Lucy dun know why so many people is lookin for er all of a sudden apparently she got some blokez key.  Mus be some bloody key fur all dis trouble, dey say dat Lady of da Mask lookin too strange one er like dat mask of ers thou migh get merself one maybe itz tha new fashion maybe she jus like da night of tha mask.”<br/></em><br/><br/><hr/><br/>In the time that Woem, Shiloh, Storm and Rhaella where in the tavern much occurred although little of any interest other than there own ventures, as Shiloh sat with the halflings however she was in prime position to note the departure of a pair she had spied upon earlier.  It still seamed that they where a cause of attention to some and many eyes followed them as they went to leave, the halflings themselves also seamed to notice and took note of Shiloh's recognition. The fat halfling spoke up<em>“You know them Elf ? Risky move don't you think not many that tolerate them these days, whatever there doing here in Shelzar must be important to them.”</em><br/><br/>The male unmistakable Necromancer decked out in his Hollowfaustian garb, hat and scarf exited the tavern with his female companion in toe, moments latter a group of thug like men who had been watching and talking of them all evening excused themselves and moved of outside themselves.<br/><br/>A few moments later the masked figure that the Lady of the Mask had sent to accompany the group appeared in the tavern doorway, the appearance seamed noted by some but was swiftly forgotten although the fact the masked figure remained stood there waiting seamed to startle and linger with some.  Now and then people glanced nervously over at the masked figure as it stood a silent vigil at the door glancing about the room for the Mistress employees .<br/><br/>