Elriss flashes Rathien a smile, somewhere between cold and sensual. "Of course I believe in being honest, Mr. Rathien, But some things are best eased into. We in the Empire like to refer to it as 'tact.'" She flutters her eyelashes, "Now maybe that's beyond someone who can get by on good looks alone, but for the rest of us, it can come in handy." She leans close, her voice growing steely again, "Maybe you'd be better able to learn if we stopped all the pretense and assigned you to one of our people."
Vixen blinks after the man's tirade, slightly taken aback. "Hoo, man," he mutters to himself as he watches the man sit at a stool. "Touchy about his LARPing." He stands for a moment, indecision running through him. The man had said he'd slain 'undead,' and whether he was telling the truth or simply holding onto the swords for fun, one who would fight against the forces of darkness would be a help, especially in this place.
After a moment, he wanders over the the bartender. "Hey, what've you got that's, like, crazy fantasy themed around here?" he asks. The bartender simply stares at him. "Like, y'know, fairies and knights in shining armor and and wizards and all that?" Vixen presses. When the bartender again fails to move, Vixen sighs, "look, I'm just trying to figure out a good drink to buy my friend over there. Got anything dragon-themed?"
Without waiting for another word, the Bartender moves over to the newcomer, pouring him a tall glass of some thick, cloudy, golden liquid that seems to be steaming, even though the glass and liquid are ice cold.
A face appears behind Vixen, out of the shadows, out of the darkness. It's a small boy... or perhaps an artist's impression of a small boy. Its head is almost perfectly round and utterly smooth, its short reddish-brown hair appears to be painted on, and its large, perfectly round eyes are too large for its head.
"It hurt us, Genwa," a voice whispers, seeming to come from the ghostly apparition and the shadows and nowhere at all. By the time any of the patrons has had a chance to look more closely, however, the thing has disappeared, leaving only a chill in the air.