It was happenstance

[Aurora Calmcacil]

Aurora sat in the corner of the pub. Her back against the wall and her eyes on the door. It wasn't very late. She wasn't a regular so she couldn't be sure how many people were normally in the pub at this hour but it looked like things were in full swing. Even the criminals of Liadith needed a good time and a drink. She took a large gulp of ale from her goblet. It was foamy and a little lukewarm. She winced. She wasn't about to let it go to waste. She needed something to take her mind off of her past. Today was the anniversary of when she had been brought to the orphanage. Each year on this day she found herself immersed in memories of her past. She had never found out where she had come from. Now that she had earned enough money from her recent business clients she could search for answers.

She wasn't sure who she was supposed to be meeting here. She had only heard rumors. Rumors in Liadith usually turn out to be true so here she was. Waiting on this mysterious person of which she knew nothing of. She had been told that this person would be able to help her seek her answers.

The Siberian tiger on the floor beside of her yawned. His blue eyes were slightly unfocused and droopy. He was tired. He linked to Aurora,
"How much longer are we going to wait here? I'm hungry and sleepy."
Aurora looked down at him and grinned, something she reserved for him only, "Someone's a tired kitty." She nudged his paw with her boot. "No worries, if they don't show up soon we're gone. I don't want to be around when a bar fight breaks out. The last thing we need is to be thrown in the dungeon."

With a jingle, the door of the pub opened. Her eyes trained on the dark cloak. She couldn't see the face of the newcomer. She wondered if this person was the one she waited on.

[Xavier Reed]

As he walked down the cobblestoned alley Xavier thought to himself about his search for information. While he walked in the moonlight he had the faintest suspicion of being followed. He did not like the idea of someone behind him. He stopped in a dark corner of the road and waited quietly.

The person coming down the alley stopped a few paces in front of Xavier. Xavier calmly walked up from behind the young man and put a knife to his throat. The young man froze instantly. “Why have you been following me” whispered Xavier. The young man had no reply. “SPEAK” demanded Xavier. Still the man said nothing. Being a Mage does have its perks Xavier thought as he dug through the young man’s thoughts. But there was nothing. Xavier could not see anything in his mind. He stood there in the middle of the alley with this young man’s life in his hands. He didn’t know what to do. Was this young man following him? If not, why didn’t he say anything? And how was he blocking Xavier’s attempts to see his thoughts?

Xavier decided that this young man was sent to follow him and that the man would have to die. Xavier was skilled in many different kinds of magic and attack spells were his specialty. But he wanted to send whoever sent his follower a message so he took the young man into a deserted side street and stabbed him. As he drove in the knife he also sent electricity surging through the young man’s body. Xavier then stepped back and felt a sting of guilt, shook his head and said “pity”.

Xavier walked into the pub. This was not his type of place. Everyone here, he thought, was beneath him. Being a Duke and powerful Mage made him better than everyone in this pub. He was an elitist by far but this place made him feel disgusted but it had its usefulness. If there was ever a place to get information, it was here. As he sat at the bar he turned in his chair to see everyone staring at him. He was use to this because of his Dukedom so he just disregarded it until a young woman at the corner table of the pub caught his eye.

[Aurora Calmcacil]

With a jolt Aurora realized it was the person she waited on. She had never met him but he carried himself with the air of someone of importance, of someone of magic. She nodded at him to come over. She waved the waitress to get them some drinks. As he walked in she got a better look at him. He looked dangerous. She wasn't afraid, although she felt she probably should be.

She linked to Hermes, "Hermes, this looks like the guy. Play asleep. Don't actually fall asleep though. He looks like he used to getting his way so it'll be hard to get him to help--I'm sure he will want something in return."

Aurora didn't stand up to see if he would be seated at her table, which is what I'm sure he was used to. She wanted his help, but she bend for anyone, not anymore. She certainly was not going to bow to this man just because she needed his help. Pride and stubbornness were traits that were her own. It wasn't always best to own these traits in her line of work.

She knew he would not be impressed by her appearance. She had no care. She was wearing a dark traveling cloak with the hood up, as was custom in this pub. She inside of the cloak was green so it could be reversed for traveling through the forest. Underneath the cloak she was wearing a beige tunic and brown pants, ones that the men usually donned. She wore dark brown boots that had seen better days. She wasn't dressed for killing, she was dressed for traveling, although she always carried a couple of weapons hidden. She always prepared for the worst and she wasn't so sure of how this encounter would turn out.

She took a sip of the mead that the waitress had finally brought to her table and waited to see if this man would accept her invitation.

Aurora had just put her goblet back down on the roughened table of the pub when a fight broke out involving four extremely burly men. Aurora shrugged and was going to wait it out until all hell broke loose. Soon half of the pub was fighting one another. Tables were getting thrown, chairs used as weapons it was absolute mayhem. Normally she wouldn't mind busting a few heads together but this wasn't her fight. It wasn't her problem and she wasn't about to get herself injured before her journey. Sliding along the edge of the wall she quietly and soundlessly made her way out of the back. Not that it would have mattered if she had yelled her exit--it was so loud she could barely hear herself think. Hermes followed along suite, watching out for broken glass and debris along with the occasional fist or thrown body. It was dark and they decided to make camp in the nearby forest.

[Xavier Reed]

As Xavier was walking over to the young lady’s table a bar fight ensued. Someone had thrown a bottle and hit Xavier in the side of his head. He turned to see if he could find the culprit. There were too many people in this fight. Xavier looked around and found the man throwing the liquor bottles.

With rage and anger swelling up inside him Xavier picked up a table and with his magical abilities he threw the table straight at the man while at the same time letting out a yell that shattered the windows of the pub. Everyone stopped. Frozen with fear they starred at Xavier. You could hear a pin drop. Xavier looked around for the young girl. She had vanished. Xavier then picked up his walking cane and slowly walked out of the pub.

He figured that the girl would be waiting in the alley for him but when he arrived there she was nowhere to be found. Xavier decided not to stay here so he snapped his fingers and his horse drawn carriage appeared from around the corner. He stepped in and left the dismal pub.