Snippet #2567799

"We...have been away from civilization for quite some time," Spite Mask noted, plucking a banana peel form Caithe's shoulder and tossing it into the furnace. "Perhaps it would be best to ask around the bar to gather information on more or less current events..."

As Spite Mask spoke, two drunkards at the counter looked over their shoulders, muttering. "Ya want information....we got it. No need ta even pay us. All we want is the feast..." he muttered, pointing at (bird) Argent, fluttering behind Spite Mask.

"You mean the beast?" Spite Mask questioned, raising an eyebrow form under his mask and getting a very uneasy feeling.

"Oh no, I definitely mean the feast," one of the drunkards slobbered wiping the drool form his chin as he leaped towards Argent and grabbed him with one hand and slammed the poor creature onto a table. In his other hand was fork. He turned towards his brother. "Which part you want, Braddy boy?"

"Pierce 'im in the liver!" Brad answered savagely as the scene started to gather a crowd of onlookers.