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#2011-01-16 01:58:28, as written by Mercia

Scarlet cycled out of the werewolves mind, that had happened much to late in the day for her to catch and he was probably either one of two places, Inside her mansion asleep, or on his way. Once this ordeal was over with, she’d have to build up on Velis Vale, add another tavern, make a brand new hall and maybe and arena if the budget was willing. Scarlet sighed, finding herself back in her room. She caught herself fiddling with her wedding ring and looked down at it. The red and black stones gave off a dull glow in the candlelight and she swore she could see Jareks smiling face inside the larger ruby adorning the center of the silver band. She blinked and he was gone- a trick of the light maybe. As she stared, the point brought up by Trevor earlier replayed in her mind and she looked down to the floor where the papers still lay. She gathered them up and sorted them out on her desk, trying to keep the memory at bay.

(Earlier that Day)

The bartender behind the bar moved forward to the stranger and his pet.
“Sorry Sir but we are long out of Whiskey. We got Ale though?” He asked as he slid a bowl of clean water to the wolf, not taken aback by it in the least. Wolves were common here, after all Velis Vale was named after the first female werewolf ever to break from her pack. Wolves and werewolves, more so werewolves were the namesake of the Vale, the name of the Bar being ‘The Wolves Runn.’
“Weve been out of the hard stuff for weeks now since the Death Knight event and no one’s willin to trade with us openly ane’more. Miss Scarlet’s tryin her best but ‘M afraid you wont find Whiskey here, not until that bastard Nekkrutal gets whats commin to ‘im. Hell, maybe then I could offer you some barrel aged whiskey!” The bartender let loose a hardy laugh, his mood unfettered by the events that had taken place earlier. Trevor, a tall man wearing the Velis Vale tabard, walked up to the bar and leaned over near the orc, the bartender making his way over. The stranger could hear the conversation clearly as they had nothing to hide in whispers.
“Hey, I got bad news fellas. Acerack is sending a small force to come clear out the Vale again. Miss Scarlet has made arrangements for those who can’t fight to head to the Drider forest, theres a sanctuary there and the Driders have agreed to shelter us. Gorahm, I’m afraid you might have to work a little tonight.” Trevor gave a nod and a pat on the back to the Orc, who returned his nod and gave a small smile. The orc, named Gorahm, finished off his drink, flipped the glass over on the table and gave a wave to the bartender, heading out of the bar.
“Hey Trev,” The bartender called before the man moved on to the rest of the patrons in the bar. “Can you tell my wife to take-“ Trevor finished his sentence. “The Kids? I sure can Hogarth.”
“I owe ya one!” The bartender went on with his duties, as if the impending attack was just another event in the day for him.
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Trevor moved on and came upon Kyria and Talon.
“I’m very sorry to bother you both, but theres an attack on the way. We don’t know when its coming but Scarlet would like both of you to prepare for the worst. Were going to need every able bodied fighter we can get.” Trevor gave a smile to the both of them, knowing that they would be more than happy to defend the Vale, he shouldn’t even have to ask them.

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located in Dark Ages, a part of (Dark Ages) Chapter 1: Castle of the Dead, one of the many universes on RPG.

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