Scarlet Evalynne Black's Story

Scarlet sat in her bed at the inn for hours curled into a tight ball whispering to herself in tears as she tried to remember any trace of who she was. Finally, she had come to a few simple facts that she would continue to repeat until she was sure that she wouldn't soon forget them. "My name is Scarlet Evalynne Black. I'm 17 years old. I woke up with amnesia in an in. I was born in... um... My master's name is.. I have a master?" She shook her head, forcing the questions to go away and let her focus more on the facts she knew to be true. "My name is Scarlet Evalynne Black. I'm 17 years old. I woke up with amnesia in an in. I am an X-Scythe wielder. My favourite dessert is cheesecake. My name is Scarlet Evalynne Black. I'm 17 years old. I woke up with amnesia in an in. I am an X-Scythe wielder. My favourite dessert is cheesecake... I don't like being alone... At the last statement, her eyes began to well with tears again. She was about to lay her head on the pillow of the bed when she heard the bell of the inn's door ring downstairs. She stood, and cautiously moved to the door and opened it. The fireplace let off a warm glow that casts the shadows of quite a few people coming into the inn, one of which already seemed to be asleep with his head rested across a table. She continued down the stairs slowly to attempt to speak to some of the group when she noticed a beautiful girl walk by. She watched her for a moment before her senses caught that the girl had Cat ears and a tail that seemed to sway as if it were real. She didn't believe it at first and approached the 'Kittygirl' as she was already calling her in her head. Scarlet reached out and slowly ran her fingertips down along the girls tail in curiosity.

Esclava

Esk gave a slow nod in response, slipping the coin back into his pocket. Although he said nothing, he felt relieved. I don't need to repay her... A puzzled frown broke out on his face as he thought of another question. What're their names? And do they know my aunt? His aunt! Esk had almost forgotten about her, what with meeting new people and all. He resolved to ask the others for their names, and if they knew his aunt. He only knew the names of the Draconian man, merchant and dual swordsman, after all..

Well, no matter. Esk turned and walked into the Minstrel's Mug, just in time to hear Tollun pounding the bar and yelling for someone called Esvig. He walked towards the table where the others had gathered, noting that the crimson-haired man was fast asleep on the clothes Esk had given to him and that the red headed knight (Strong and honorable, but weak without their weapons. the battle he had with one during a party Master was hosting had been fun, even though Esk had lost. The punishment Master had given him for losing was horrible, though. Apparently, Master had lost some money betting on him.) who had almost hit Tollun with her spear outside was with them. He sat beside the cat girl, placing his pack behind him on the chair. Esk had been to a few bars before, and knew enough that they had food. He made a mental note to buy some; he hadn't eaten earlier and was starting to feel hungry. He pushed his hood back down and introduced himself, asking for their names.

Right after he had done so, he caught glimpse of a pale girl with red-tipped black hair trying to touch the cat girl's tail. He silently reached out, and gently grasped her wrist, pulling her hand away from the tail. 'Don't do that.' Esk muttered. "It's... Rude." Also deadly, he thought. He had a slight memory of seeing a Neko take down someone who had touched his tail. Although he couldn't really remember any details, he had a feeling it hadn't been pretty. Once he was sure that the girl wasn't going to touch the tail, he let her go and said. "Name's Esclava. What's your's?"

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Figuring she wouldn't be able to get the wild red-haired man to wake up, Altara decided it was best to let him keep sleeping, and started moving away. Other people were starting to appear in the room now, most of them from outside--a woman with the ears and tail of a cat, another red-haired man with twin long knives hanging from his belt, a black-haired girl with a red cape draped over her shoulders, that half-dragon from before...

It was starting to get crowded in here, yet even still, no staff members had appeared to attend to this strange group. Literally nothing was going right today. Letting out a quiet sigh and turning on her heel, Altara decided she might as well get a room first--though, the clerk was probably going to be extremely hard to deal with in his daze. Maybe she could just take a key and leave money in front of him...?

She walked out of the dining area and back towards the front desk, hoping she wouldn't dream up that blue magician girl again. Knocking her silver-clad knuckles gently against the desk, she quietly asked the clerk, "Are there any other rooms available in here?"

With only one look at her armor and spear, the clerk seemed to cower even more fearfully, as though he thought she was here to attack him. Nervously and without any coherent words, he looked around his desk, trying to find the records or the keys or something, but he only succeeded in getting himself more confused in his lack of memory.

Altara's frustration was really starting to boil over, but she merely pursed her lips together and gently leaned with her back against the desk, looking out towards the street. Even now, it still didn't seem as though the rain was stopping any time soon...

Edvisg

"Oh deary, don't mind him...The boy's an idiot! Also I'm coming ya' old lizard, Tolun!" An older woman's voice rang out from a small room behind the bar. Soon an dwarf woman would imerge through the doorway, dragging her right leg in a slow limp as she made her way over to the counter. Her salt and pepper hair was pulled up in a loose bun on top her head. There was large scar running over the left side of her wrinkled face, right over her slate gray eyes, which seemed to have a genuine glow of kindness. Stepping upon a wooden crate on her side of the bar, to allow herself a better view of the impatient Lady Knight, She offer her a kind smile before scanning over the room in delight of how many people seemed to be gracing her modest little business. It normally was only this packed on nights the town counsel held their "meetings".

"I apologize for my boy, Kern. He has been acting so strangely the past two days, it's like he is as scared of everything like a new born kitten." With a small exhausted sigh, as she peered round the woman at her old friend Tollun giving him a small wave, before returning all her interest back to Altara. "My name id Edvisg, owner of this simple place, nice to meet you. So luv, you are in need of a room for this gloriously stormy evening? I have several open. I even got some of them redecorated to their former glory!" Edvisg seemed to beam with pride when she said this. Rebuilding had not been easy or finding the coin to recreate the place to it's former glory was not easy to come by. She had a second floor recently completed though with a nice wooden floor and housing 6 small rooms. The finished ones included a large bed, a chest at the foot, a large bath tub (more like a big metal wash basin that one could sit in carefully if they chose to), and a large mirror. There were also a wardrobe and two small end table that done simple oil lamps. Alias there were still 3 rooms that only offered an end table or two with an oil lamp and several straw bed mats laying all along the floor. "I have private rooms for 10 silver a night and a public room, meaning you may have to share for 1 silver." Patiently she continued to smile at the young lady awaiting her choice.

Cardista

A bright smiled brimmed over her full cherry lips, as Esk seated himself at their table and made a friendly introduction more formally as she lowered his hood for the first time before them. "I am Carista and", She gave a small pet to Remeil's unconscious head, And this is Remeil. He must be tired from being attacked'd from his master's guards."
Hearing Esk's warnings about something being rude, her natural reaction was to withdraw her own hand from the man's head thinking it was directed towards her. She arched a high brow as she saw he was directing the comment to someone behind her. Turning, mostly at her waist, she peeked over the back of her chair to see the young woman knelt down ready to pet her fluffy red tail that hung out over the back through the opening. She gave a small giggle loving the fact someone was as curios as her it seemed, locking her two toned eyes on the teenager intently, she gave her the okay. "She can touch it if she cares to. I will not mind, but no pulling."

Kazu awaited his answer from Zeebarl for a few moments before deciding to enter the inn himself. If the merchant wished to conduct business with him, It could be done inside out of the elements. As she entered, he saw most of the group had gathered near a few tables and decided to join them. As he approached, He noted that the red-haired knight was indeed in the inn, verifying her existence, he turned to approach her. He hadn't remembered her whole name, but he knew two syllables of it. It was something else he had remembered on his own without being told by someone else. Not sure if his thoughts were betraying him, he moved cautiously and lightly placed two fingers on the girl's left shoulder. "Ms... Alta...Altara? Is that your name?" Kazu was clearly puzzled about why this person's name came to him so quickly after just catching a glimpse of her. It couldn't be her name though, could it? At this moment, he felt so foolish, and began to turn away. "I... I'm sorry. That can't be your name. It's my mind playing tricks on me. heh..." He began to walk away from her towards Tollun's group with a nervous laugh in his voice.

Syn watched carefully for any signs Remeil, passing in and out of ally ways doing her best not to be seen. Unfortunately the rain made it difficult for her to keep stealth, the constant sound of her feet against the wet ground annoyed her greatly.

Stopping in her tracks as she arrived in front of what she assumed was a inn called 'The Minstrel's Mug'. Slowly inching her way up to the door and peering inside."Excellent..." a delightful smile moved across her face as she saw her prey. "Remeil I found you." The slumbering form of Remeil sat at the end of the inn surrounded by people. "Looks like the poison is still in his system. Well that's no fun." Rather than attacking him right out a twisted plot came to mind. Working her way to the group, she made he way to a neko setting next to Remeil. "Excuse me but is t-that Remeil. Oh I do believe it is." a blush appeared as she said his name.

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At long last, a crippled dwarf woman appeared from behind the bar, apologizing for the clerk's inability to answer and started detailing the rooms available.

And there was some mention of redecorating...strange. Now that she thought of it, while Altara had seen the inn was still named the Minstrel's Mug, and the face of this half dwarf seemed ever slightly familiar, some other details in this inn felt a little...off. Not that she could distinctively remember what they used to be like, though.

"...I suppose I'll take a private room.Keep the change if you want," she finally managed, fishing out a single gold coin and handing it to the crippled half dwarf. Of course, her relinquishing of the change was less an act of goodwill and more of her wanting to just get to bed as soon as possible. Taking the key to one of the private rooms, she was about to leave, when...

Two fingers landed upon her left shoulder plate--without much force, but hard enough to get the red-haired knight's attention. There was a young person with long, flowing black hair staring at her with an unsure expression. "Ms...Alta...Altara?" a quiet voice uttered, from that person's lips.

Wait...what?!

As Altara watched with a stunned expression, too startled to respond, this person suddenly turned away, looking embarrassed. "I... I'm sorry. That can't be your name. It's my mind playing tricks on me. Heh..." With that, the strange black-haired person started walking away, towards the half-dragon's group.

Staring after the flowing black locks for a while, Altara felt even more confused. This person...she knew my name! Then, wait...does she know anything else about me? Anything that happened before...

...that was a boy.

That completely irrelevant, almost offhanded thought popped into Altara's mind without warning, and scattered her thought process even further. Wait, how did I know that?! I've never seen this person before...well...I don't remember meeting him, anyway! Just who is he?! And...who am I?!!

Her own left hand, clad in silver armor, reached out and caught the black-haired boy on the shoulder. "Wait," she commanded. "This is our first meeting, isn't it? And yet, how do you know my name?" A note of desperation began to enter her voice, and whoever just walked into the inn completely phased past Altara's awareness. "Does this mean...you know something about what happened before I lost all my memories?"

A delicate grin graced Scarlet's lips as she was given permission to pet the kittygirl's tail. Scarlet loved animals more than anything in the world (or at least she thinks she does.) and the girls soft talk was so intriguing. As she continued to pet the girls tail, she noticed her somewhat strange hairstyle wasn't actually all hair and that in fact, she had cat ears as well as the tail. It almost seemed that Cardista was a cure for her shyness and the key to at least one memory. She could "remember" being a small girl, playing on the floor of a tavern when a man walked in with a small crate. He looked at Scarlet and smiled before setting the crate down and lifting a small black kitten with a white crescent moon on it's chest out of it. The man handed her the kitten and told her to take good care of it. She set the playful kitten down and began petting her before calling her by her new name for the first time. "Luna". Just then, she remembered where she was and noticed that she had started lightly brushing her fingers through Cardista's hair at some point in her memory. "I, I'm so sorry Ma'am. I didn't mean to mess up your hair or anything" Right after Scarlet said this, another young woman walked into the inn and came directly to the table she was at and began asking about the man with his head on the table. Scarlet almost instantly had a bad feeling about this person, but couldn't understand why.

Kazu's eyes widened. So he had remembered the red-haired knight. He turned around to quickly face her, the surprise still evident on his face. He felt as though, he couldn't even remember how to speak at this moment, but he pushed past that feeling. "N-No, we've met before, I think... I can't really remember, but I knew your name when I saw you in the street. And there was another woman as well. She was in blue cloth robes, and a man in a white shirt with a brown leather vest and pants. He had a sword on his hip, and... and.. uh... his name was... it was... It started with an 'E'!" The memory had began coming back to him more vividly than before, but it started to fade away. "The four of us... we were all inside of a cavern or a tunnel of some sort and we were fighting together... but after that... I can't remember." The Twin Blade shut his eyes tightly, trying to make the memory come back, but his mind bare no fruit as the memory faded. "D... Do you know who either of those other people were? If... If we can find them, then maybe they can help us..."

Edvisg

After fishing the girl out the correct change, she turned all her attention to the half dragon. Placing her hands on her rounded hips she grinned brightly up at him. "Are you a welcomed sight for my one good eye!" She wasn't afraid to make sure of her battle scars to her they were like he own badges of courage and sweet reminders of the exciting life she once lived. She shot a look over to her employee Kern, snapping her finger to try to wake the blonde beautiful man out of his gaze. He normally had a look confusion on his face, not being the brightest one, but he was a hard worker and seemed to remember how to pour drinks, though him making change frightened the hell of Edvisg. "You need to stop all this daydreaming love and go see what these kind folks would like to drink..." She sighed shaking her head some as she watch him make way over the party's table to take there orders. She return all attentions to her old acquaintance. "So Tollun, I'm glad to see you not in chains my friend. Are you here for rest and relaxation, a place to hang low, or maybe I can get you something to eat and drink. Whatever you need is on the house dear. Or maybe to you just missed looking at my lovely self?" She laughed jokingly.

Kern

The giant of a young man standing near 7 foot tall came up to the table making a mental note of all the faces one by one. His blonde bowl cut hair seemed to get in the way of his soft green eyes, blowing upward some before sweeping it out of the way. His clothing looks of good quality but not tailored properly to his lengthy form, the sleeves of his dark brown tunic cut off several inches before his wrists, and his black pants looked as though he had known the rain was coming and was perpared to wade through a flooded street. He offered the table a goofy smile before speaking, "Welcome one and all to the infamous..." (Edvisg chimed in, " No, no, no darling! it's the FAMOUS...")"Sorry ma'am...The Famous Minstrel's Mug. Best food and drink in all of Brainde! How may I offer my humble assistance to you all this evening?!" It was clear to see the dwarven woman must of had him rehearse this sh-peel quite ofter, by all the pausing and over exaggeration in his tone as he spoke. That and the small fist pump he seemed to give think he nailed it. He waited patiently waiting for everyone to tell him their orders. One thing he had ease with remembering for a short time at least was orders.

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Whatever was happening, it seemed the black-haired boy was just as confused as she was--he somehow did know her name, and he remembered he met her, yet everything else was foggy for both of them...

But something bothered Altara even more--he had mentioned a girl in blue robes had been present at their meeting. Could it be...that same girl I always keep dreaming up?! Then...she's not just a hallucination! But if that's the case, who is she?!

Her teeth clenched in frustration at all the questions that kept popping up without end, but she managed to refrain from losing her calm altogether. Searching her mind futilely for the story this boy just told her, she couldn't find anything close to it. "...I can't remember any of what you just said," she replied quietly. "I still don't recognize you, and I don't remember being in a cave with you or that man you mentioned. But..."

Glancing around a bit as though she were worried someone would hear, the red-haired knight pulled him closer (a bit too forcefully) and whispered quietly, "There's someone I keep seeing everywhere around me. When I'm walking, in my dreams, anywhere. And she was dressed in blue robes, just like that girl you mentioned. Until now, I thought she was only a weird fantasy, but...you've seen her too, and you...knew my name, so that must mean..."

She couldn't find the right words to continue, and with a shaking lip, ended up gently releasing him. "Never mind...now I'm probably the one sounding like a lunatic at this point," she muttered, feeling the rest of her emotional drive vaporize.

Cardista coed back softly to the young girl, having always enjoyed her hair being played with or ears stroked a lot like the animal she shared so many features to. "No harm done!" If anything it reminded her of a person she used to travel with, at least she thought it did having quite fuzzy memories herself...a man, not a lover or even a particularly kind man, but not a slave owner like the others seemed to of had. She would accompany him on small quest and aid in carrying his spoils back to town to sale. If she had performed a good job he would always give her a scratch behind the ears... or a kiss on the forehead. If she did badly he would lash out violently smacking her on the head and pull her tail...maybe...If it had be real or a dream she wasn't all too sure at the moment. Either way she was enjoying her current companions. She gave Remeil another small poke this time to the forehead, before petting his hair once more, lost in thought. Maybe because she liked the feel that's why she continued to do it to him every so often. He may find it comforting too.

Lost in thought she almost jumped up from her seat being startled by the unexpected female saying his name. Cardista looked up at her giving her an appraisal with those blue and green eyes, studying the way she carried herself. Maybe she was a friend or ally of Remeils. Maybe she was a past lover the way she blushed when she spoke his name. She looked too finely dressed to be a fellow slave. She bit at her lips some as she tried hard to come up with a polite answer not wanting to come off catty if Syn really was a friend of his. "Who are you to my friend here?" Card scooted her chair closer to her friend, giving his shoulder a rather rough shake, not being able to get a clear feel from this strange woman. Thinking over and over please...please wake up. She motioned briefly to the awkward tall man one moment as she continued her attempt to wake her exhausted friend. "Please wake now, Remeil...You need food. Also you have a lady friend here..."

Esclava

Esk nodded and sat back, registering their names. He still had no idea who the knight and the pale girl was, though. Kazu was talking to her frantically, so maybe they knew each other? Well, Esk wasn't going to interrupt their conversation. He did save two spots for them, though, and kept half an eye out in case the pale girl tried to do anything strange to Carista. If anything unwanted happened, Esk was prepared to stop and help mediate the situation. After all, fighting wasn't normally allowed in bars, even if the bartender looked like she had fought a dragon and won. Tired, Esk stared at the door, wondering about the merchant. should I save a place for him...? he frowned, thinking.

His pondering was interrupted when he caught sight of a young woman peering from behind the door of the inn. Esk froze when he saw her smile. It was beautiful and malevolent, and Esk had a sudden flash about seeing a girl dressed in pink with the exact same expression when she had just found an interesting way to end a half-dead monsters life. It was gone as soon as it had appeared, but the feeling the flash of memory had given him remained. He tensed, cautiously watching her enter the room and walk towards them, fear and wariness making him alert. Esk refused to let down his guard, and subtly made sure that his weapons were in reach and easy to pull out if he wished to. Even though she now seemed harmless, friendly and strangely excited to meet Remeil (her cheeks flushed when she mentioned his name for some reason), That smile she had before entering the inn...

Esk moved, making sure that he was in position to protect everyone, especially Carista; who was talking to the woman in the cloak and therefore in the most danger, and Remeil; who was sleeping and therefore defenseless. He paid his full attention to her, prepared to react if she made any move, and waited for the awkwardly tall man who seemed to be their waiter to react to Carissa's beckoning. He nudged Remeil's shoulder, aiding Carista in waking him up. If Remeil had a bad reaction to the woman, Esk was ready to ask her to leave, using force if needed.

The twin-bladed swordsman in black put a hand on Altara's cheek and smiled before he spoke to her. "Well, if we managed to find each other, and we can both remember the same person, isn't that well enough an indicator that the person does indeed exist? I don't know what sort of terms we were on before, weather friends or enemies, but at least until we manage to discover our pasts, i would like it if we could work together. Just for the time being." Just as the door opened, he felt like something was wrong and his hand slipped from Altara's cheek and went to the hilt of one of his swords, but he froze seeing that it was a seemingly gentle looking Half-elf and his grip loosened slowly as if he were conflicted on weather to kill or to let her be. Finally he decided that it would be best if he let her play out her intentions rather than jump to conclusions. He kept his guard as he watched her from beside Altara, feeling very uneasy about her.

Tollun had remained unphased for most of the time in the bar, but when the new girl entered, something bothered Tollun. His glared burned in the direction of the new girl, the obvious signs of his distrust permeating across his body, well beyond his normal, even when he was on the run.

"I will have my normal. I have silver today." Tollun responded, knowing that Edsvig knew that he placed no value, beyond basic monetary, in silver or copper. It was a fact that dragons only cared about gold. He then made sure to tilt himself so that his recently acquired sword, the etching of a dragon still visible, shone in Edsvig's direction.

After another second, or two, Tollun spoke, this time in a hushed tone and in draconic. "Something is not right about the woman who just walked in. She is too well dressed to be acting like that around the red haired man. I don't know who she is affiliated with, but I don't like it."

Tollun hoped that Edsvig was the only other one who knew draconic, but he was prepared otherwise.

Syn looked around the shyly "Oh my I've seem to have drawn the attention of a few people." Giving her lower lip a nervous bite. "I'm sorry if I come off as weird. I must seem out of place since I was also a slave along side him. My clothes are much nicer I am aware but I wasn't forced to fight like him." Reaching down and stroking Remeil's crimson hair. "It would seem that a poison is still coursing through his body. I saw him take a guards blade to the stomach during his escape." She reached into a pouch on her hip and pulled to glass flasks. "The blade was dipped in this Basilisk Venom mixed with a few ingredients to cause paralysis to cover up the real poison. However this is the antidote." She looked closely at Remeil and sighed. "He needs water and to drink with it. Unfortunately the poison is already in the final stages if we don't act quickly he may die before tomorrow." Turning to the others. "We need to get him to a bed quickly."

Edsvig

Edsvig went about pouring a tall mug of ale, though keeping her eye on the strange woman that had entered her place of business. Returning to Tollun she sat the drink before him. She answered back in the same hushed tone in draconic, her grin falling to a more concerned tight lines. "She's no slave...Maybe a slaver. Did the red haired man say anything about his captures?"

"Kern! You sweet boy, I don't think they are quite ready. Why don't you go back to the kitchen and whip up a couple bowls of stew for them and some bread?" She watched as the giant lad nodded and made his way to the kitchen area that laid behind the bar. He may of looked menacing from his size, but if a fight was to break out he would only be in the way.

Listening in, Tollun heard the woman speak of an antidote... and Basilisk Venom. He had long known of it, being a slavers favorite due to the fact that it simply paralyses a victim until the antidote is administered, often killing those that it ends up starving rather than by venom.

Again with hushed draconic, Tollun spoke "You still have the freeleaf roots in the back. I think she isn't lying about the venom, but I doubt the rest. How he was acting and moving, it reminds me too much of when we first met. Kern had to haul me off the table before anyone noticed." A few seconds after that, Tollun came back to reality and continued, "All I know about him is that was a slave that was being chased by some far worse than the ones that chased me out of the city last. They had invisibility potions, but they scattered when their commander fell."

Tollun then reached over for his drink, dropping the appropriate amount of silver before picking up the mug. Taking only a sip off the top, Tollun only took small, fake sips afterwards. He knew what his favorite brew did to him, and right now he didn't need that.

Edsvig

She pocket the coin and made way to the kitchen. She did have a few freeleaf roots stored back there. She made quick work in boiling some water dropping some of the roots in to make a sort of tea. A lot like the one she had made for Tollun some time ago. After pouring some of the steaming liquid into a mug, she took a moment to see what Kern was doing. She sighed as it appeared the boy was getting more soup on the floor than in the bowls, and had managed to mangle her walnut bread in his failed attempts to cut it. She would have to deal with that later...

Back out to the main dining room, sitting the cup up on the counter before awkwardly pulling her small stubby body back up onto her crate. She tapped Tullon on the back of his arm, and pushed the brew closer to him. "Give this to your friend.."

Cardista

Not wanting to believe the woman she began to shake Remeil more forcefully, almost tearing up. Something about Syn seemed off and she wasn't about to let her give him any potions...For all she knew it could kill him quicker. Normally being the trusting sort, it was out of character for her to get this feeling from anyone and it scared her. Fear was not an emotion Cardista was familiar with and it felt as if the air getting thin in the room. "Please...Please wake up!"
She hopped out of her chair, crawling up on the table in front of Remeil, as she continued to try to awaken him. Her head press to the side on the table as she closely watch for any sign of awareness in his face. Her tail hanging low in despair. It was almost childlike the way she refused to believe that he could not just awaken on his own.

Remeil's body collapsed to the ground as his eyes shot opened. A coughing fit came from his lungs as he tried standing up. "Gah...what was that!" Part of him felt like vomiting while the other wanted to keep what little contents existed in his stomachs. Everything felt like it was spinning and his vision was blurring in and out.

"Oh my, it looks like I might have to change my approach." Syn's voices carried through the air barely above a whisper.

Remeil froze at hearing Syn. A cold chill ran up his body and time seemed to slow time. His dream had come to an end. "So Azazel, you've come for me." Using the wall to brace himself he made his way to his feet. Trying to keep his balance he looked at the dark haired woman before him. "Master Zeno has found me."

"Zeno...?" Raising one brow quizzically. "Oh yes him! He's dead, well by now he should be." Syn clapped her hands with a smile and slowly approached Remeil with a strut. "I've come to tell you that and to make sure you haven't died." She ran one finger over his chest. "You should come with me, we can start over just me an you." She kept her tone sweet and sultry. "We could even hunt down other slavers and take everything from them. Including their lives."

"G-get away from me." Remeil pushed her away tripping in the process. "You're lying....Only pain....Serpent Rose." It took everything he had not to pass out again. His eyes darting around the room.

"Oh so you do remember my other name. Now Hell's Blade don't be stubborn and join me." Syn stood over him enjoying how pathetic he looked yet aggravated that he was so weak. "I promise Zeno is dead and can never harm you again."