"Well, I bet you two are wondering why I wrote you" Arvahn smiled "well to be honest I wrote you and asked you to meet me here because I missed you both and it's been awhile since we last talked and had some fun together. I realise that you both have lives but, I thought maybe we could get together and have some fun for an hour or so. Just generally catch up. I've got nothing planned except that".<br/><br/>He looked at them both and smiled. He really hadn't planned anything except meeting here and treating them to a meal, and the look on his face and in his eyes told them he was telling the truth. He really had missed them that much.<br/>Suddenly there was a whiff of magic in the air and Arvahn looked around for the scource. A second later a liquid ripple, nearly invisible to the untrained eye, moved through the room towards the barkeep. Arvahn was gone in a white flash of light as he uttered a few magic words and teleported himself across the room and into the invisible figures path drawing his sword. He brought his sword into a straight block as the figure drew it's sword and slashed horizontally.<br/><br/>The ring of metal echoed in the room as the two swords connected. Arvahn threw his foot up and caught the figure in between the legs, before pushing hard on the figures chest and flinging him back into a table. The figures magical cloak dissipated and a dark grey hooded man appeared before him, sprawled on the ground. The man got up and ran back out the doors holding his balls, turning invisible again as he went. "Well, that was exciting. I certainly didn't expect that" arvahn turned his gaze to the dwarven bar tender "Any reason you got an assassin after you?"<br/><br/>The bar tender didn't responde, he was still in shock and just looked at Arvahn blankly.