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”Just a minute, and I’ll talk to you... Flin,” the woman responded back to him in an almost teasing way, and his eyes followed her small frame as she slowly stood up from her bar seat. She was intriguing, with unique features, particularly her black eyes. The nameless female had a pretty sound to her voice, and it was definitely Eronnian-- not like that was a surprise. It would be a 1 in a million chance that someone else from Earth would waltz into this bar. It had been a month or so since he arrived here and other than those in his traveling group, he hadn’t run into anyone else, or seen anyone else, for that matter, that appeared out of place. This being said, she, though Eronnian, seemed different than most he came to meet. She was elegant in her word choice compared to the average folk in town and carried herself with subdued wisdom.

His eyes followed her curiously, wondering what her motive was at talking to Klidous. That soon enough became apparent. She offered a challenge, and Klidous was never one to back down from a bet. Flin heard the wager and his eyes widened-- the man was double her size, and from the looks of it at least 3 times her weight. If she could knock him down, well, lets just say he wouldn’t try anything too forward with her. Flin’s hand reached for his glass of ale, taking a swig, quickly finding himself spitting it out in surprise. He wiped his lips with the back of his hand, a burst of laughter erupting from his chest as he watched Klidous fall to the ground with a look of pain sketched on his face. What was even more entertaining was that she didn’t flinch at all, her hand appearing to be perfectly normal despite going up against a walking rock. That was one serious punch. She took her money from Klidous and Jo quickly followed suit, shuffling to give her a few coins before she got any more ideas. Within minutes the poker group of guys excluding Flin all left the bar, dragging the bloke to the infirmary down the street.

The woman came back and sat down next to Flin once more. His bottom lip that had dropped in wonder quickly went back to normal position while he shifted in his seat, slightly more nervous to be sitting next to her. He was in a direct line of fire, and he sure as hell didn’t want to have any bones brake tonight if he could help it. He had to be extra careful with his words, and that honestly has been a challenge in the past.

The woman bought a coin pouch from the barman and then ordered drinks for herself and Flin, a kind gesture that was yet again strange for a woman in Eronnis. He particularly enjoyed her confidence, reminding him of the women back home in modern day times. It was refreshing but at the same time a bit nerving since he didn’t know her intentions or what powers she was capable of. Obviously she had abnormal strength, but was there more? Was she a magic user? Whatever the case may be, Flin quickly chugged down his ale before the barman was back with their drinks.

“As you can see, I travelled for a few weeks, I’ve heard than a few nice things were happening here, but frankly, I came here to see if the barman over there knew a cheap inn so I could stay there for the night....Guess I can pay a pretty good one now.” She said while smiling. Her features were soft and the smile was innocent, a completely different side from the woman who had just broke a few ribs a couple seconds before. It was an odd combination but he was finding himself becoming completely interested in her.

“With those gold coins, trust me, you’ll be able to stay a handful of nights in the most luxurious inn in town,” Flin commented back, his hands drumming gently against the bar out of nervous habit. “I’m sorry, but I haven’t caught your name?”

As he spoke he couldn’t help but feel a presence now at his other side. He turned his head to see none other than a hooded figure suspiciously close to him. Flin’s heart felt like it stopped beating for a second, his stomach flipping while his breath grew short and sharp. The last run-in with a hooded figure ended in him and the other earthlings being attacked in the main city of Jarvaise. It also ended in him getting an arrow right through his arm, the wound taking weeks to heal. He still had the gruesome scar to prove it, and right about now the wound started to ache just thinking about another attack. The color of his skin grew pale. So much for trying to impress the woman to his right.

The hooded figure spoke. It was the first time he actually heard one of them speak, and it was scarier than what he thought. ”That is a pretty interesting get-up you have there, Flin. Those glasses something you can get around here?”

How did this man know his name? What the HELL was going on? There was no other explanation for it, this unknown being had to be one of them. He was asking questions that were way too personal, and he knew way too much. Flin had nearly forgot that the sunglasses were still on him, handing from the pocket of his pants. His right hand reached for them, holding them tightly. He was rather possessive of the glasses. They were the only item that connected him to home, and if there were ever to be a way back home, Flin had a feeling he would need them at that time. Not to mention the surreal effects that the glasses possessed. Now that he’s had them for a month, he has found out that they are... somehow magical... for the simple reason that when he wears them, he can see a living being’s aura and their moods, such as if they were typically happy or if, for example, they were dangerous. Sebastian, Leander, and the rest of their group were the only, only others who knew about the glasses and what they could do. That was why, in this case now with the hooded figure asking questions about such item, something had to be up. Something he didn’t want for good reasons.

All these thoughts led to Flin staring at the hooded figure wide-eyed. It was fight or flight, and fighting was not an option. Which left flight. Choosing the right time to get the hell out of here would be crucial. Just as he was about to bolt, yet another man came up to their now-growing group. The sudden change in noise was enough to startle Flin even more to the point where any other stranger at the bar would mistake Flin for a fool. If there was any hope yet to have a normal conversation with the mysterious woman, the chance was now gone. She didn’t seem like the type to get involved in a stranger’s drama, but then again she did just beat up Klidous.

The situation continued, taking a sudden twist in a new direction. What was this drunk man doing?

”Aye Lad! Dem ish framesh I made fer da lad meshelf,” the man said, with a forced Eronnis accent. Any local would have been able to tell that the man was clearly faking the accent, but to Flin who had just arrived and hadn’t worked too hard in changing his own voice, the fact went over his head. In Flin’s eyes, another local was getting involved, and out of all things claiming that he indeed MADE the glasses that were in question. That threw a curve ball to Flin in a way that wasn’t so easy to handle, or ”go with”. There wasn’t enough time to react now as the massive man squeezed his way in between Flin and the hooded figure. As much as one would think that might make Flin feel better, it didn’t. He was now not only threatened by the hooded figure but now had to wonder why this newcomer was getting involved, and why he would admit to making the glasses that were clearly not of this time. Flin couldn’t read the man’s lips very fell but he saw the wink. Seeing as how Flin had to quickly decide whether the man to be friend of foe, Flin would lean towards friendly for now. Just for now.

No matter the case, the arrival of the strange, tall man offered Flin the chance to get out of the bar. Flin threw down a few copper coins to cover his ale quickly, while standing up. He tried to act as collected and calm as possible as to not draw too much attention on himself, though he wasn’t doing a fine job in the slightest. His right hand touch the shoulder of the woman, and Flin leant in to whisper something in her ear. “I don’t have time to explain, but that hooded guy is bad news. I suggest getting out of here while there is still time.”

After that being said, Flin took a few steps backwards to the door while he kept an eye on the three now at the bar. As soon as he felt the door handle, he yanked it forward, the door flinging open. Within the second Flin was out of the inn, loosing all his cool as he ran like a maniac down the street and towards the building in which he knew Kali to be. She certainly wouldn’t be happy for Flin’s lack of presence lately, but she would have to be the first to know what was going on, and that the hooded figures returned. Flin took a left down a different street, pausing briefly to take a breath. His hands rested against the building siding, chest pounding as his mind raced. The new issue on his plate? He had no clue where he was.