<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Name:</strong> Clay Mephlas<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Back Room of the Underworld Tavern<br/><strong>Time:</strong> Midday (ish)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br/><br/>Nobody wanted to answer him, seemingly, which didn't surprise him in the least. He could really only see four of them in total, although the one who seemed occupied by something in the corner when he first awoke made him feel like there was another, for sure. <em>Glasses there, hulk guy over here...boobs mcgee. The hell have I gotten myself into here?</em> As he looked around a bit more, thinking to himself. "No idea what time it is" was all he could manage to say for the moment. <br/><br/>And then it was all he could manage to say at all, as he felt the cold shiver run through his spine. Whatever that something else was, he was aware of it now and whipped his head around to see an alluring yet at the same time frightening...<em>thing</em>, come into being. As the coins dropped after she said her little speech, he felt almost drawn to touch it, but at the same time apprehensive given not only her words, but the fact the coins had come from her. If it even was a her, despite how she looked. Her Lord and Master? And that guardians thing again. <br/><br/>After it vanished, he sat back in his chair, and hovered his hand over the coin nearest him, before making a fist and slamming it into the table, trying to rid himself of the desire to touch it. "What in the holy hell was that? What in the fuck are these? What in the hell is all soul's day? Do any of you know what in the crap is going on here, or did we all drink ourselves stupid last night?" as his eyes glared at each of the others seated around the table, suspicious and distrustful of each and every one of them. <br/></span></span></span>