<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/Characters/90031511-ebbe-4b70-853d-8fb39e25b4f3_zps2a26dcef.jpg)    </div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Arianna Morgan</span><br/>Kitsune Transmuter & Bartender (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=178661.msg8519539#msg8519539)<br/>Location: The Guild Bar<br/>Tagging: Everyone<hr/>Arianna glanced up from the bar top, now cleared and cleaned.  Currently garbed in little more than an apron - although this one closed in back - her forehead was misted with sweat and her cheeks flush from the effort of grinding something within a granite mortar and pestle.  With each twisting thrust came a smokey, herbal scent, as well as faint screams barely carried through the air.<br/><br/>"I mislike it," she muttered, pausing to use a spatula to prevent something from climbing out of the mortar.  "He seems uncertain whether he's trying to threaten or bribe us.  If it were the latter, I think he'd entice us with something: a gift, mention of an amount.  Not derision and - oh, shut up and die, already," she directed the last exasperated aside to her alchemy and brought the pestle down with a sharp bang, bringing the nearly silent scream to a halt.  "I suspect it will be flames and loud voices and other forms of insecurity, followed by the offer of a pittance and something like," she shifted her voice to a high alto, as though in a boy's unbroken voice, "and I shall let you<em>live!</em>"<br/><br/>The screaming renewed immediately, and Arianna emitted a distinctly vulpine growl.  "No, not you!  You die!"  A moan of disappointment was followed again by silence.<br/><br/>She returned to her grinding and continued speaking.  "Refusing to go will only make things worse, though.  I say we send a delegation, agree to whatever it is, and then decide whether we care or ought to go about it as incompetently as possible."