a great stirring

deep in the cave.

the green fluttered

as it stirred

the light shafts flickered and deep from within there was a great rumble as it stirred, disturbed from it's casual slumber

Warren Aulare ordered another round- and one for the newcomer as well.

On the wind, the call of a Champion, the cries of Gaia.

Where the hell was-oh shit.

Rayan had what could be referred to as a seventh sense for shit about to hit the fan. The guy he was supposed to meet hadn't showed up yet, so he figured he was waiting upstairs. It was literally never these people were late. He just hoped he wouldn't have to pay for the lost time himself. No sooner had he clomped a combat boot down on the upper decks when a congregation formed not too far off, and ooooh was it hostile.

He recognized two of the group. Local troublemakers. It seemed they had taken up with some other ruffians and were now bothering a he could not believe his eyes. Pointed ears. Blue skin. Rayan didn't give a shit but he knew a lot of folks around here did.

Trying to be nonchalant in his flashy leather jacket, Rayan slid through the crowd. A white cat followed him with her eyes from where she perched in the shadows, atop the head of a statue of a dragon. Rayan arrived just in time as another had caught on to what was going on, and had pretty much the same idea.

"This ain't your turf, scrub," Rayan growled down the neck of Dumbass Number One, cracking his knuckles.