Post by Joliette Thorne on Apr 24, 2008 9:40:30 GMT -5
HANGING CORPSE TAVERN
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Basil slips into the tavern again, taking his usual post at the table nearest the door. Briefly, he glances about the tavern, curious to see what sort of folk might be here.
Imar steps lightly into the darkened confines this den of the unquiet dead, and his gaze, hard and unfriendly, moves quickly about from person to person. For a time, the master illusionist lingers upon Redhale, awareness of the others craft clear in his mind’s eye. Turning away, the dark one looks at Kasyr, and nods “This place sell whisky?”
Redhale held a drink in both hands, but turns his head up slightly as he notes the other's gaze. Seeing the stranger turn away the half elf does the same, sitting silent and still by himself.
Kasyr was altogether more composed than he had been the last few days, a good outlet of aggression having been foud in Esgalon the day prior. It also helped that the hybrid had actually damn well slept and stayed asleep, the bags under his eyes non existant by this point. Still, ihis shoulders did carry that slight droop, manifest to the invisible burden placed 'pon his shoulders, It is, humurous enough, one supposes that not a moment had passed that He gets addressed by Imar, "...Ugh. Er. Wait wha? Yes. Yes. Just ask Steadmen for one."
Isen steps quietly into the tavern, his eyes settling on Kasyr and Dulcinea immediately. The other patrons are ignored for the time being, as the lycan strides toward his clan mates. He stands nearby, waiting to see what was going on before interrupting, or joining.
Basil offers Isen a smile an a cordial wave.
Dulcinea is oddly cheered by the manifestation of several additional patrons to the establisment. Most of them she recognized and pleasant smiles would be given to all those who she could make eye contact with. "We seem to be getting busier by the day..." Mumbling, however unattractive it was, seemed to be a rather fine outlet for musings and she was more than willing to use it to her advantage. Spotting the male approaching her, she gives him a wide grin, happy to see her old friend. "Isen!"
Imar , a frown creasing his forehead, turns to Steadman, and indeed orders a very large whisky. That done, the tall Drow moves quietly to a table, and lowers himself into a chair. Again, the illusionist gazes around, the damage rout by the necromancer still evident upon the roof, and floor of the tavern. Focusing on the hybrid, his eyes glittering with interest “What news of your former leader?”
Isen smiles back to Dulcinea, a brief twitch of his lips. He inclines his head politely, his rasping voice breaking his silence. "Good morning to you, Dulcinea. How have you been?"
Kasyr takes his time in drifting to the bar alongside the Dark One, making sure to give notice to Dulcinea by means of a nod and a faint smile. Then, he'd simply drift, coming to take a seat alongside Imar. "Steadmen. A bloodwine, S'il te plait. Or..wait, hell am I saying if you please. Just. rummage one." A Tsk and a bit of incoherant mumblings, and he'd simply turn his focus fully to the one who'd addressed him, "Of Joliette? Of the Lady Tenebrae? That she es still alive, et that one amongst us knows where she es. Which leaves the problem of going to retrieve her, et giving her reason to stay. ...Why? What do tu want, exactement? Far be it from moi to wonder if the man who'd chased me atop a shapeshifting bint in the guise of a dragon does not have my welfare at heart, you know?"
Anshera 's presence is preceeded by the opening and subsequent shutting of the door leading into the tavern. A moment is spent to glance around, and upon finding Imar, her target is set and the path decided. Careful to keep her cloak covering her left arm as she walks, the right side billows out with the faint breeze created in her passing tables and chairs on the way to the Drow.
Dulcinea gestures to a seat at her table, returning the passing Kasyr's smile and nod with one of her own, before directing attention back to her conversationalist partner. "I've been well. It seems an age since last we spoke, please join me!" Closing the book on the table in front of her, she makes as if to get up. "I was just about to get a drink, can I get you something? On me, of course."
Isen shrugs his shoulders, taking the indicated seat. He casts one more glance around the tavern, before focusing his whole attention on Dulcinea. "It has indeed been a long while. And yes, I wouldn't mind a drink in the slightest."
Dulcinea grins as she makes her way towards the bar, a question tossed over her shoulder, "What'll you have?" Upon reaching her destination, she would give the three at the bar a nod, before trying to catch Steadmen's attention.
Imar ’s lips curve into a smile which goes no where near his hard amber eyes, and gesturing around “It could be I am not interested in her as such” He stops, and as his whisky is placed in front of him, he stares at the polymorph as she makes her way to him. Wrapping fingers about the cool whisky, he holds out his other hand, and continues talking to Kasyr “But what she has left behind” His smile turns into a grin “Are you strong enough to hold it Kasyr?”
Isen glances at the list, dismissing much of it offhand. Finally, he says, "I'll have the dark ale, if it's not too much trouble." He nods once, then looks curiously at Kasyr and Imar, though he says nothing to interrupt.
Anshera takes Imar's hand upon arrival , a faintly threatening grin turned upon Kasyr - though most of her expressions were faintly threatening in one way or another. She doesn't remain standing for long, and as is customary with her, she takes a seat upon Imar's lap. Her eyes remain fixed on Kasyr however, dark and predatory.
Dulcinea raises an eyebrow at the part of the conversation at the bar she can overhear. Emitting a faint whistle, she shakes her head before making her request of Steadmen. She patiently waits for the drinks and upon receiving them, makes her way back to Isen, holding her prizes. "Nope, not too much trouble at all. One dark ale." Plopping the glass on the table in front of him, she slips into the her recently vacated seat while taking a drink from her own cup. "So, what have you been up to lately?"
Isen lifts the cup to take a sip, wiping the foam from his lips with the back of his hand. "Well...not too much, really. Started what seems to be a war of sorts with a family of dragons. They flee from me, and try to hire assassins to kill me, but none have the brevity to accept my challenge. Also, I am apprenticed now to the Lich, Diiroehn. But enough of me, what have you been doing?"
Kasyrs' look immediately sours, a proverbial curdling of moods- which echoed in the frown he held, and the particular flatness of tone which followed, "For as long as it takes to find her." The hybrid would pause at this point, becoming acutely aware of Ansheras presence, and taking it in relative stride, beyond a slight narrowing of his gaze when he espied the grin, "So, Is all you've come to do related to antagonism, Elf? Just so I can prepare myself for the rest of this conversation. If there es actually going to be one. After all, with whats been left behind, I have responsibilities to attend to." And as though on cue, Steadmen would arrive with that bottle of Blood Wine formerly 'asked' for.
Imar ’s arm slips about the slim polymorph’s waste, and shifts her slightly so as to not impede his view of the hybrid leader of the Cabal. He squeezes gently, feeling the warmth radiate from the woman’s body, soothing as it caresses his flesh. Lifting his glass, the illusionist sips the amber liquid, pausing to enjoy its taste, and allowing a slight silence to build. Then, “You have something I want, and maybe I have something you want.” His gaze moves lazily around the room, judging the patrons, looking for threats. Seeing none, though the illusionist is given another look, the drow continues “I here you are involved in the underdark?”
Dulcinea toyed with the steaming mug in front of her, waiting for it to cool off a bit before taking another sip. Who'd have thunk that hot tea would be hot? A small inward chuckle, before she'd focus on Isen's words. "A war, you say? And an apprenticeship. You do seem to be quite busy." Deciding to brave the scalding liquid, she took a small sip, a grimace on her face and a tiny imaginary voice in her head screaming 'Oh god, it burns!', before she'd go back to the conversation. "Oh, with me its been pretty much business as usual. Healing, traveling, helping out friends. I've been spending most of my time here in the Corpse lately. I've agreed to help someone out with things, and its best to spend my time here."
Isen nods, taking another sip before leaning forward, seemingly quite curious. "Would these have aught to do with the letters I've recently recieved from yourself and Kasyr? No sooner am I in the Cabal than this upheaval happens...it is quite distressing, I must say."
Anshera retains her silence throughout the conversation between Imar and Kasyr, the woman enjoying the vaguely unsettling effect she has. She leans against the Drow, head to his shoulder and nestled against his neck, while her remaining hand comes to rest upon his arm. Her eyes remain locked on the tiefling even still, narrowing as his do and gaining a light that spoke that she may be planning something unpleasant; She may be in Imar's lap, and he may be speaking to Kasyr, but in the end that wouldn't necessarily stop her.
Dulcinea nods again. Her thoughts were more on debating on whether to risk her sense of taste on another sip of scalding hot tea, rather than on the conversation, but she still answered him. Albeit, more than a little distractedly, "Yeah, Tene's gone off the deep end and we're trying to find her. She put Kasyr in charge of everything and I'm just trying to keep it organized for him, Lord and Lady! This can't be water, its more like boiling lead!"
Isen grins at her difficulties with the tea, though her words of Tenebrae and the Cabal seems to put a damper on his mood. "That is grave, indeed. Tenebrae was the heart of this clan, I think, and her loss will be mourned. What will we do when we find her?"
Kasyr never removed his sight from the polymorph, Imar only granted the benefit of his peripherary vision- albeit how many conversational faux-pas that likely infringed upon. Indeed, his fixation proves great enough that he'd be without a response for a few long moments, until finally, a single affirmative nod came forth, "I own...no, I lead half of it. Poor things, loyalties are all muddled et such. It's rather funny to see how quickly they'll flock to a symbol of what was, after having gone through a long period of incompetant adminstration. Couldn't quite manage to kill Morganza, since she had a sort of expertise towards Cowardice et never strayed that near...not that it mattered when I got through with that organisation of hers." Agitated, the hybrid was distinctly looking agitated by this point, "Whatever, the result es half es mind, et the other half es flocking to the first possible Matriach they can...albeit the fact that she es apparently uncaring of their particulars when it comes to...Societal standards..or something." Pausing, the hybrid would finally move to uncork the bottle before tipping it back for a nice long swill. "You have something to offer however- since I can assume your interest lies in contested grounds."
Dulcinea nods her head, looking rather sad. "Yes, I think we all miss her. And when we find her, we'll do everything we can to help her and get her back into tip-top shape so she can be back in charge again." Looking rather determined, she sets her cup down with a decisive thump. "I'm pretty sure that Kasyr has some ideas on how we are to find her. We're gonna have to start a search soon, so we'll need bodies."
Isen sits up straighter, nodding as well. "I will, of course, be glad to offer what aid I can. Not that I doubt Kasyr's ability, it's just that the Cabal has been in Tenebrae's hands for years..."
Imar is quite aware of the mischief which writhes and coils like some sleek and venomous serpent within the mind of the polymorph. Smiling slightly in sympathetic amusement, the Drow turns his gaze upon the woman in his arm, and arches a snowy brow “Be nice lovely” Then, as the smile drifts like smoke from features, he returns his attention to the Tiefling “I want you to hand over control of the Drow” He tilts his head, dark amusement colouring his eyes “Now we can go to war over it, and I am Drow, you will lose, or we can come to arrangement?”
Dulcinea gives the tiefling at the bar a side-long glance before addressing Isen again. "What you say is true. Tenebrae is the Cabal...its just not the same without her. " Noting the somewhat hostile mein of the bar conversation, she leans closer to Isen before lowering her voice to add, "I think that they may yet come to blows..."
Basil glances around the bar once more, and he cannot help but notice the abundance of hamsters. His eyes slide to Omega, and the tiny penguin shoots him a nervous glance. "We're outnumbered, old friend. Mayhaps it was hamster day, and we weren't invited?"
Isen eyes Imar and Kasyr curiously, a musing look on his face. "I do hope that they do. The one is my clan leader, to be sure, and I would like to see what he can do. The other is a close ally of my master, and I would also like to see what kind of man Diiroehn befriends."
Anshera 's hand couldn't have been stayed at a more poinant time, for the polymorph had just begun to tense in preperation for whatever it had been that she was planing. Pulling back from her slight, forward lean, she relaxes and rests again against Imar, dissapointment clear through her body language and the slight tone to her voice, "I don't want to be nice." She pouts faintly, nuzzling into the Drow's neck.
Dulcinea gives Isen a half amused, half horrified look. Healer that she was, she never did understand the desire some people had to see violence. "Yes, well...as much as I usually wish people to get what they want...I sincerely hope that you're disappointed today." Giving him a grin, she reaches over and pats his arm. "Don't get me wrong...I'd be patching them up quick....but I still don't like watching it."
Isen gives Dulcinea a smile, shaking his head. "But such a battle would answer many indecisions that I face, at the moment. Granted, I'd do all I can to heal, too, but I must see the fight."
Kasyr settles the bottle of wine back down to the counter with the simple sound of glass scraping, his head tipping back to stare fixedly at Dulcinea and Isen; Peculiar ears of a Calicos nature wiggling disstressedly in the pairs direction, as if signifying the particular lack of fictions in their presence, and their awareness to words said. "I'd rather it not. In here anyways. It'd be nice to have a bar left -over- for Joliette to return to, non? ..If she does. I hope she does."Allowing a faint sigh to pass, his head would snap back forward, Ansheras once again becoming the cneter of attention, though his words would ever be directed at Imar, "I'm interested in offers- though far be it to allow myself to get screwed in this instance persay. I'm more than aware that even if tu did enter the fray, Malice would be just as opposed to tu- et not every single person garnered to me would drift tu vous. Loyalties to old symbols. Thus, you'd be stuck with a 3 way conflict, a blood bath that suits me well either way- et hell, all the more detriment to the city you might not even be able to claim. Et thats if someone didn't get all frenetic...et try to see what a number of magically catalysed earthquakes triggered at the same time would do to a capitol city. Be quite the problem, that." An apathetic shrug aside, the hybrid simply plucked his bottle of wine up, "So, really, I'm all ears."
** A piece of paper balled up and tossed at the back of Dulcineas head** Talk to the man with a Penguin cherie, for a bouncers position. Or something. He was a godlings Champion. Might be good to have him around as a permanent bar fixture. **
Dulcinea drops her gaze from the trio at the bar, looking somewhat contrite for her lack of manners. Peeking at Kasyr through her hair, she waits until he's once again absorbed in banter with Ansera and Imar before leaning over to Isen and whispering. "I think we might be in trouble...Uncle Kassy gave us the 'look'." She pulls back long enough to give Isen a small wink before assuming an innocent pose.
Isen turns his smile on Kasyr, unperturbed by the tiefling's words. To Dulcinea, he says, "Well, perhaps we will irritate him enough to see a fight. I'll be glad to pay his stakes, should he lose...though only if they are monetary..."
Imar , a slight grin spreading across his features lifts a hand, and strokes the polymorph’s snowy white locks “Then” he says softly, and with music warming his tones “At least wait until business is settled my love” He falls silent as Kasyr speaks, and a thoughtful, if slightly theatrical frown settles ostentasously upon his forehead. He inclines his head, a long forefinger moving about the rim of his empty glass as he considers his answer “Then, we need to make it a two way conflict it seems.” Glancing briefly at Anshera, a silent communia given and received, and then “I suggest a military alliance. You give over the Drow, and offer support when needed, and I will give you Drow, and aid you in your conflict”
Anshera purrs with the hand running over and through her hair, another nuzzle delivered to the Drow's neck. She smiles with their quiet comminiqué, eyes shifting once more to Kasyr, the tiefling viewed through a slitted gaze. She remains in her silence, however, not terribly interested in the details of this negotiation between Imar and the hybrid.
Kasyr invariably ends up coughing for no particular reason, besides the new title he'd been granted, anyways. But yeally, beyond a none-too-amused mumble of 'Uncle...Guh" he'd remain relatively on topic, Imar responded to with every bit of courtesy the hybrid could muster, "Two things, really. One. My interest was never in the Underdark, persay, so much as ensuring when the raids do happen, It's not vailkrin they rape for resources. There's an empire thats being built in the ahses of the old one. Well, more of a republic really. It would have been simple enough to draw it in were I leading it- however, if I'm to simply allow tu to do as you please, then I'd ask whether you'd..be party to it. If you're offering alliances after all, it would hardly be much of a stretch. "Lofting up his shoulders, the last of the wine would be abruptly chugged, "Oh, et secondly, just, a general note of curiosity- since you have, whether in..." And here the note is stressed" Jest, or otherwisve, tried to kill moi, of sorts. What exactly -es- binding you to your word, if I agree to aid you in this manner?"
Dulcinea grins again after the whispered conversation, before turning her attention to recently brought up matters. Looking first on Kasyr and then around the tavern, she indeed notices a male with a penguin in tow. Arching an eyebrow, she tries to catch his eye, a warm smile and wave sent in his direction.
Basil gives the tiny penguin a playful nudge then returns to casually watching the crowd, making sure, as instructed, that nothing gets too out of hand. His roving eye, however, is soon caught by Dulcinea, and he returns the friendly gesture with a cheery smile and a wave of his own. "Afternoon."
Dulcinea smiles brightly and slips from her chair, her tepid tea in hand as she makes her way to Basil's table. "Would you mind terribly if I joined you?"
Imar ’s amber eyes lose any warmth they may have had, and his expression sets into hard plains and angles. He shakes his head “I know not of this republic you speak, and what is more, I care not for it either.” He thrusts a thumb to the south “My interest lies elsewhere, and I shall crush the under-dark and this republic if need be, to full-fill my purposes there.” Leaning forward “It serves my purpose for the Cabal to have Vailkin under control and no threat to my own forces” A flinty smile stretches across his features “Assurance? What assurance do I have that you will not attempt to kill me? We have mutual need, and that makes us bed fellows”
Basil indicates the chair facing him. "I wouldn't mind at all, ma'am. Appreciate it, in fact. I can get rather dolesome without a little company."
Dulcinea plops into the chair with no further pomp. Her mug is placed rather precisely on the table to her left side and her arms are folded on the tabletop in front of her as she gives Basil her full attention. "I hope you find my company to your liking. I'm Dulci."
Anshera gains her grin back again, and as she continues to stare at Kasyr, the woman begins to sing. Beautifully sang, her intonation and tone so perfect it nears being painfully so. The melody is mellow, and somewhat sad. focusing on the minor keys. As the song continues, she raises her hand from the Drow's arm and places it against his bare chest, the tip of her index finger's talon drawing light patterns upon dark flesh.
Basil smiles again as she seats herself, though the tiny Omega seems considerably less pleased and quickly hides behind the bulk of the mage's robes. "A pleasure, Dulci, I'm sure. I am Basil." He removes his hat and lightly inclines in head to her. "Basil Ignatius Montgomery, mage extraordinaire, and at your service, Dulci." As his posture straightens again, the hat is returned to its rightful position, and Basil quizzically tips his head to the side. "So, what brings this lovely crowd to the Hanging Corpse? I've been working here a few weeks now, this the fullest I've seen it."
Kasyr gets a severely disdainful look, arms crossing over his chest as he moved to simply match the Drows look."Look, If I was going to try et kill tu, I'd damn well be stabbing tu right now. I -recall- tu have ties to cabal however, of sorts at least, which es the only reason I'm not endeavouring to follow through on any matters of impulse. The only thing I need to know, is if you intend this little allegiance to be short lived- as if I'm to be putting my all into this, it's going be be for something that doesn't lasts longer than the lifespan of a fruit fly, you know?" And then the hybrid would simply lean back, staring fixedly at Anshera, looking decidely tense at her Nonachalance.
Dulcinea appears appropriately impressed with his title, inclining her head in a semblance of a bow. "I rather think that mutual goals bring everyone here this morning...some of us have less....tense reasons than others." She gives the trio at the bar another look, a nod towards the bartender before focusing back on the mage. "So, how'd you come to work here, Basil?"
Basil indicates Isen with an inclination of the head. "Isen had advertized the position, I applied, was accepted, and am now charged with keeping the peace in this tavern." A nervous laugh escapes the lanky fellow. "Apparently I'm doing alright, because Tenebrae's kept me on the staff." He looks up to Dulcinea. "Just curious, but have you met her? Tenebrae, I mean?"
Imar , finding himself rather distracted by the polymorph’s sudden outburst of singing, pauses the conversation, and turns to stare with interest at the woman. The music, clear and pitch perfect, resonates with almost painful purity. Finally, and with a slight, if genuine smile, he turns back to kasyr “You forget who I am Kasyr!” He taps his own ebon chest “I am the one who died following Tenebrae into the obsidian pool, and now, I am a servant of the lords of Chaos.” He tilts his head, contempt etched deeply into his expression “I have watched and guarded the pool, and the Cabal ever since. What more do you need?”
Dulcinea blinks at the rather roundabout way of hiring, before nodding. "Yes, indeed I have met her. I've actually been recently put in charge of employment and various other duties here and was going to inquire as to your current employment status. But since you've already been hired, that cuts out a great deal of trouble on my part." Smiling happily at Basil, she indicates the bar with a wave of her hand. "May I get you a drink? Perhaps you'll tell me how you've found it to be, working here."
Anshera conitnues with her song, nonchalant, as Kasyr had put it. She doesn't seem to be paying much mind to what's going on now, her previously open eyes closed as her head nestles against the Drow's shoulder. She continues to draw invisible, harmless patterns upon his chest with her talon, the woman likely bored with the details of the alligience in discussion.
Cris enters the tavern in that ever-sauntering manner of hers, the corpse's attention hardly upon any other in the room. Indeed, the undead assassin seems rather distracted, her steps slowing as she brings herself to a chair to rather plainly drop herself into. A cold finger lifts to idly tap against her chin as she sits there, her thoughts prevailing all her senses...until finally, words pierce through the veil lain over her. Her deadened green eyes lift, shifting from person to person, but in the end, she simply sits and watches.
Basil mouths a silent "oh!" at Dulcinea's explanation. "Uhm... Yes, thank you, I mean. Ale or vodka would be fine, or whatever you please, really." Lightly he shrugs. "Working here? I'm quite glad to do it, actually. Being involved with Vailkrin's most recognized establishment... it's a thrill, to say the least, especially with the upcoming reconstruction."
Kasyr ceases to be as acidic in tone as he had been, though he hardly sounded content. Nonetheless, the hybrid would afford Imar another response, taking his time now, "I -wasn't- there. Everything that I've done I've had -my- knowledge in which to work off of. I mean tu ...no offense per say, to make light of this vigil you've taen up upon yourself, but given our little ...debacle a little while back, et hell, given the fact that I hold half of Trist'oth...a bit of healthy distrust keeps me alive. Or should I say held? I'll acquiese to this, so long as your loyalties remain to Cabal. I'll afford you the symbol in which I've been calling upon ...loyalty, when simply taking the place from Morganza did not suffice. I'll also afford tu my personal support, et that of my allies- et the ridding of a particular general. You have the particular means in which to accomplish this, really. I'm sure it'll appeal to your sense of humour." A pause, and he'd incline his head in the Polymorphs general direction, "Probably hers, as well."
Dulcinea grins and slips out of the chair, already heading for the bar. "Hold that thought, I'll be right back with your drink." As she passes by the newly occupied table, she nods at the female sitting here, a smile given, before continuing on her pat. Upon reaching the bar, she would lean against it, taking up space a mere foot away from the tiefling himself resided. Shaking her head with her own private amusements, she would wait for Steadmen's attention to fall on her before giving her order. An exchange would occur and she would tilt her head in a subtle manner before smiling and heading back to Basil's table. Drink would be set in front of him before she would reclaim her own chair. "I'm pleased to hear that you're happy to be here. So, I take it that you'd be willing to help with both the rebuilding of the city and the tavern?"
Imar flicks an amused glance down toward the taloned finger which draws, so far at least, invisible patterns upon his chest. Then, inclining his head to the hybrid, the dark one says in flat tones “Very well, and indeed, my loyalty is as ever to the Lords of Chaos, and that means the pool and the Cabal” Glancing around, he purses his lips thoughtfully “I suggest you keep we keep this alliance quiet, and between us. The less our individual enemies know about it, the less capable they will be to counter our combined assaults.” Waving to the barkeep “More whisky” And by that gesture, the talk is over for the time being
Basil waits silently, hands folded in his lap and eyes casually roving, for Dulcinea to return. Omega takes the opportunity to sneak a glance at this new acquaintance before quickly ducking behind the robes again when Dulcinea begins to make her return. "Thank you kindly." Basil slide the drink a little closer to himself before nodding in reply to her question. "I would be more than willing, yes. It's odd, but something about this city appeals to me... and I'd like to be a part of it, you see. A..." he pauses searching for the right words. "A fresh start of sorts." Brightly he grins, eagerness apparent in his expression.
Anshera 's song soon comes to an end, poignantly just moment's after Imar completes the discussion. Her eyes open to slits once more, and with a glance shifted first to Kasyr, she raises her head and looks up to Imar. She remains silent however, a quick nip made to his jawline, light and relatively harmless. Her drawing ceases, palm laying flat now against the Drow's chest, "Cris." The polymorph calls, nary a glance sent to the undead woman. There was expectation and command in her voice, the woman obviously wanting the assassin to come to her and Imar's side.
Dulcinea returns her attention back to Basil, a quick appraising glance given to the man before she would lean forward and lower her voice to a conspiratorial murmur. "If you're sincere in your intent to help out...we would greatly appreciate your help with a particular task. We're going to find Tene...and we could use all the extra hands and eyes we can get. Care to join?"
Cris had been sitting quite contently in her own private world, oh yes. She had again receded into her own thoughts, contemplations, plans...the typical thoughts of an assassin. But then Anshera calls. Her thoughts come to a screaching halt, and it's with almost a sigh that the thrall rises to her feet to heed the beckons. She doesn't say a word as she takes a place at the side of the pair; she merely stands, her arms crossed, awaiting whatever order may be forthcoming.
Kasyr simply took to perching by this point, carefully shuffling in his seat so that he could slip free at a moments notice. Beyond that simple note, the hybrids actions were relatively mundane, a simple stacking of Wine bottles upon the counter between himself and Imar, the hybrid simply adding, " On all counts, that works for moi. When you wish to hear of the particulars for handling...one of them do feel free to ask moi- It's of relevance to Dami, et Alicia."
Basil pauses as the lady drops her tone, but follows her lead and casually leans in a little closer. Find Tene? The mage quirks a brow and nods gently. "Certainly. Just... how do we plan to go about doing this?" His expression takes on a subtle severity, as though comprehending the significance of this situation.
Dulcinea sighs as yet another person disappears on her. Getting up from her table, she picks up the unopened bottle from the side of table and makes her way back to the bar. Sliding into the unoccupied bar stool next to Kasyr, she hands the bottle to Steadmen before turning her attention to the tiefling. "'Ello."
Imar , placing Anshera upon her feet, and riseing suddenly, the Drow inclines his head Kasyr "Soon then" Taking the polymorph's hand, he gestures her toward the door "It is time to leave my love" and without another word, the dark elf departs
Anshera looks up as Cris takes her place beside herself and Imar, jadeite hued eyes staring at the undead for what may be an unsettling moment, from the expressionless tone to her gaze, "Come with us." She nods to the Drow, then allows herself to be lead.
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Basil slips into the tavern again, taking his usual post at the table nearest the door. Briefly, he glances about the tavern, curious to see what sort of folk might be here.
Imar steps lightly into the darkened confines this den of the unquiet dead, and his gaze, hard and unfriendly, moves quickly about from person to person. For a time, the master illusionist lingers upon Redhale, awareness of the others craft clear in his mind’s eye. Turning away, the dark one looks at Kasyr, and nods “This place sell whisky?”
Redhale held a drink in both hands, but turns his head up slightly as he notes the other's gaze. Seeing the stranger turn away the half elf does the same, sitting silent and still by himself.
Kasyr was altogether more composed than he had been the last few days, a good outlet of aggression having been foud in Esgalon the day prior. It also helped that the hybrid had actually damn well slept and stayed asleep, the bags under his eyes non existant by this point. Still, ihis shoulders did carry that slight droop, manifest to the invisible burden placed 'pon his shoulders, It is, humurous enough, one supposes that not a moment had passed that He gets addressed by Imar, "...Ugh. Er. Wait wha? Yes. Yes. Just ask Steadmen for one."
Isen steps quietly into the tavern, his eyes settling on Kasyr and Dulcinea immediately. The other patrons are ignored for the time being, as the lycan strides toward his clan mates. He stands nearby, waiting to see what was going on before interrupting, or joining.
Basil offers Isen a smile an a cordial wave.
Dulcinea is oddly cheered by the manifestation of several additional patrons to the establisment. Most of them she recognized and pleasant smiles would be given to all those who she could make eye contact with. "We seem to be getting busier by the day..." Mumbling, however unattractive it was, seemed to be a rather fine outlet for musings and she was more than willing to use it to her advantage. Spotting the male approaching her, she gives him a wide grin, happy to see her old friend. "Isen!"
Imar , a frown creasing his forehead, turns to Steadman, and indeed orders a very large whisky. That done, the tall Drow moves quietly to a table, and lowers himself into a chair. Again, the illusionist gazes around, the damage rout by the necromancer still evident upon the roof, and floor of the tavern. Focusing on the hybrid, his eyes glittering with interest “What news of your former leader?”
Isen smiles back to Dulcinea, a brief twitch of his lips. He inclines his head politely, his rasping voice breaking his silence. "Good morning to you, Dulcinea. How have you been?"
Kasyr takes his time in drifting to the bar alongside the Dark One, making sure to give notice to Dulcinea by means of a nod and a faint smile. Then, he'd simply drift, coming to take a seat alongside Imar. "Steadmen. A bloodwine, S'il te plait. Or..wait, hell am I saying if you please. Just. rummage one." A Tsk and a bit of incoherant mumblings, and he'd simply turn his focus fully to the one who'd addressed him, "Of Joliette? Of the Lady Tenebrae? That she es still alive, et that one amongst us knows where she es. Which leaves the problem of going to retrieve her, et giving her reason to stay. ...Why? What do tu want, exactement? Far be it from moi to wonder if the man who'd chased me atop a shapeshifting bint in the guise of a dragon does not have my welfare at heart, you know?"
Anshera 's presence is preceeded by the opening and subsequent shutting of the door leading into the tavern. A moment is spent to glance around, and upon finding Imar, her target is set and the path decided. Careful to keep her cloak covering her left arm as she walks, the right side billows out with the faint breeze created in her passing tables and chairs on the way to the Drow.
Dulcinea gestures to a seat at her table, returning the passing Kasyr's smile and nod with one of her own, before directing attention back to her conversationalist partner. "I've been well. It seems an age since last we spoke, please join me!" Closing the book on the table in front of her, she makes as if to get up. "I was just about to get a drink, can I get you something? On me, of course."
Isen shrugs his shoulders, taking the indicated seat. He casts one more glance around the tavern, before focusing his whole attention on Dulcinea. "It has indeed been a long while. And yes, I wouldn't mind a drink in the slightest."
Dulcinea grins as she makes her way towards the bar, a question tossed over her shoulder, "What'll you have?" Upon reaching her destination, she would give the three at the bar a nod, before trying to catch Steadmen's attention.
Imar ’s lips curve into a smile which goes no where near his hard amber eyes, and gesturing around “It could be I am not interested in her as such” He stops, and as his whisky is placed in front of him, he stares at the polymorph as she makes her way to him. Wrapping fingers about the cool whisky, he holds out his other hand, and continues talking to Kasyr “But what she has left behind” His smile turns into a grin “Are you strong enough to hold it Kasyr?”
Isen glances at the list, dismissing much of it offhand. Finally, he says, "I'll have the dark ale, if it's not too much trouble." He nods once, then looks curiously at Kasyr and Imar, though he says nothing to interrupt.
Anshera takes Imar's hand upon arrival , a faintly threatening grin turned upon Kasyr - though most of her expressions were faintly threatening in one way or another. She doesn't remain standing for long, and as is customary with her, she takes a seat upon Imar's lap. Her eyes remain fixed on Kasyr however, dark and predatory.
Dulcinea raises an eyebrow at the part of the conversation at the bar she can overhear. Emitting a faint whistle, she shakes her head before making her request of Steadmen. She patiently waits for the drinks and upon receiving them, makes her way back to Isen, holding her prizes. "Nope, not too much trouble at all. One dark ale." Plopping the glass on the table in front of him, she slips into the her recently vacated seat while taking a drink from her own cup. "So, what have you been up to lately?"
Isen lifts the cup to take a sip, wiping the foam from his lips with the back of his hand. "Well...not too much, really. Started what seems to be a war of sorts with a family of dragons. They flee from me, and try to hire assassins to kill me, but none have the brevity to accept my challenge. Also, I am apprenticed now to the Lich, Diiroehn. But enough of me, what have you been doing?"
Kasyrs' look immediately sours, a proverbial curdling of moods- which echoed in the frown he held, and the particular flatness of tone which followed, "For as long as it takes to find her." The hybrid would pause at this point, becoming acutely aware of Ansheras presence, and taking it in relative stride, beyond a slight narrowing of his gaze when he espied the grin, "So, Is all you've come to do related to antagonism, Elf? Just so I can prepare myself for the rest of this conversation. If there es actually going to be one. After all, with whats been left behind, I have responsibilities to attend to." And as though on cue, Steadmen would arrive with that bottle of Blood Wine formerly 'asked' for.
Imar ’s arm slips about the slim polymorph’s waste, and shifts her slightly so as to not impede his view of the hybrid leader of the Cabal. He squeezes gently, feeling the warmth radiate from the woman’s body, soothing as it caresses his flesh. Lifting his glass, the illusionist sips the amber liquid, pausing to enjoy its taste, and allowing a slight silence to build. Then, “You have something I want, and maybe I have something you want.” His gaze moves lazily around the room, judging the patrons, looking for threats. Seeing none, though the illusionist is given another look, the drow continues “I here you are involved in the underdark?”
Dulcinea toyed with the steaming mug in front of her, waiting for it to cool off a bit before taking another sip. Who'd have thunk that hot tea would be hot? A small inward chuckle, before she'd focus on Isen's words. "A war, you say? And an apprenticeship. You do seem to be quite busy." Deciding to brave the scalding liquid, she took a small sip, a grimace on her face and a tiny imaginary voice in her head screaming 'Oh god, it burns!', before she'd go back to the conversation. "Oh, with me its been pretty much business as usual. Healing, traveling, helping out friends. I've been spending most of my time here in the Corpse lately. I've agreed to help someone out with things, and its best to spend my time here."
Isen nods, taking another sip before leaning forward, seemingly quite curious. "Would these have aught to do with the letters I've recently recieved from yourself and Kasyr? No sooner am I in the Cabal than this upheaval happens...it is quite distressing, I must say."
Anshera retains her silence throughout the conversation between Imar and Kasyr, the woman enjoying the vaguely unsettling effect she has. She leans against the Drow, head to his shoulder and nestled against his neck, while her remaining hand comes to rest upon his arm. Her eyes remain locked on the tiefling even still, narrowing as his do and gaining a light that spoke that she may be planning something unpleasant; She may be in Imar's lap, and he may be speaking to Kasyr, but in the end that wouldn't necessarily stop her.
Dulcinea nods again. Her thoughts were more on debating on whether to risk her sense of taste on another sip of scalding hot tea, rather than on the conversation, but she still answered him. Albeit, more than a little distractedly, "Yeah, Tene's gone off the deep end and we're trying to find her. She put Kasyr in charge of everything and I'm just trying to keep it organized for him, Lord and Lady! This can't be water, its more like boiling lead!"
Isen grins at her difficulties with the tea, though her words of Tenebrae and the Cabal seems to put a damper on his mood. "That is grave, indeed. Tenebrae was the heart of this clan, I think, and her loss will be mourned. What will we do when we find her?"
Kasyr never removed his sight from the polymorph, Imar only granted the benefit of his peripherary vision- albeit how many conversational faux-pas that likely infringed upon. Indeed, his fixation proves great enough that he'd be without a response for a few long moments, until finally, a single affirmative nod came forth, "I own...no, I lead half of it. Poor things, loyalties are all muddled et such. It's rather funny to see how quickly they'll flock to a symbol of what was, after having gone through a long period of incompetant adminstration. Couldn't quite manage to kill Morganza, since she had a sort of expertise towards Cowardice et never strayed that near...not that it mattered when I got through with that organisation of hers." Agitated, the hybrid was distinctly looking agitated by this point, "Whatever, the result es half es mind, et the other half es flocking to the first possible Matriach they can...albeit the fact that she es apparently uncaring of their particulars when it comes to...Societal standards..or something." Pausing, the hybrid would finally move to uncork the bottle before tipping it back for a nice long swill. "You have something to offer however- since I can assume your interest lies in contested grounds."
Dulcinea nods her head, looking rather sad. "Yes, I think we all miss her. And when we find her, we'll do everything we can to help her and get her back into tip-top shape so she can be back in charge again." Looking rather determined, she sets her cup down with a decisive thump. "I'm pretty sure that Kasyr has some ideas on how we are to find her. We're gonna have to start a search soon, so we'll need bodies."
Isen sits up straighter, nodding as well. "I will, of course, be glad to offer what aid I can. Not that I doubt Kasyr's ability, it's just that the Cabal has been in Tenebrae's hands for years..."
Imar is quite aware of the mischief which writhes and coils like some sleek and venomous serpent within the mind of the polymorph. Smiling slightly in sympathetic amusement, the Drow turns his gaze upon the woman in his arm, and arches a snowy brow “Be nice lovely” Then, as the smile drifts like smoke from features, he returns his attention to the Tiefling “I want you to hand over control of the Drow” He tilts his head, dark amusement colouring his eyes “Now we can go to war over it, and I am Drow, you will lose, or we can come to arrangement?”
Dulcinea gives the tiefling at the bar a side-long glance before addressing Isen again. "What you say is true. Tenebrae is the Cabal...its just not the same without her. " Noting the somewhat hostile mein of the bar conversation, she leans closer to Isen before lowering her voice to add, "I think that they may yet come to blows..."
Basil glances around the bar once more, and he cannot help but notice the abundance of hamsters. His eyes slide to Omega, and the tiny penguin shoots him a nervous glance. "We're outnumbered, old friend. Mayhaps it was hamster day, and we weren't invited?"
Isen eyes Imar and Kasyr curiously, a musing look on his face. "I do hope that they do. The one is my clan leader, to be sure, and I would like to see what he can do. The other is a close ally of my master, and I would also like to see what kind of man Diiroehn befriends."
Anshera 's hand couldn't have been stayed at a more poinant time, for the polymorph had just begun to tense in preperation for whatever it had been that she was planing. Pulling back from her slight, forward lean, she relaxes and rests again against Imar, dissapointment clear through her body language and the slight tone to her voice, "I don't want to be nice." She pouts faintly, nuzzling into the Drow's neck.
Dulcinea gives Isen a half amused, half horrified look. Healer that she was, she never did understand the desire some people had to see violence. "Yes, well...as much as I usually wish people to get what they want...I sincerely hope that you're disappointed today." Giving him a grin, she reaches over and pats his arm. "Don't get me wrong...I'd be patching them up quick....but I still don't like watching it."
Isen gives Dulcinea a smile, shaking his head. "But such a battle would answer many indecisions that I face, at the moment. Granted, I'd do all I can to heal, too, but I must see the fight."
Kasyr settles the bottle of wine back down to the counter with the simple sound of glass scraping, his head tipping back to stare fixedly at Dulcinea and Isen; Peculiar ears of a Calicos nature wiggling disstressedly in the pairs direction, as if signifying the particular lack of fictions in their presence, and their awareness to words said. "I'd rather it not. In here anyways. It'd be nice to have a bar left -over- for Joliette to return to, non? ..If she does. I hope she does."Allowing a faint sigh to pass, his head would snap back forward, Ansheras once again becoming the cneter of attention, though his words would ever be directed at Imar, "I'm interested in offers- though far be it to allow myself to get screwed in this instance persay. I'm more than aware that even if tu did enter the fray, Malice would be just as opposed to tu- et not every single person garnered to me would drift tu vous. Loyalties to old symbols. Thus, you'd be stuck with a 3 way conflict, a blood bath that suits me well either way- et hell, all the more detriment to the city you might not even be able to claim. Et thats if someone didn't get all frenetic...et try to see what a number of magically catalysed earthquakes triggered at the same time would do to a capitol city. Be quite the problem, that." An apathetic shrug aside, the hybrid simply plucked his bottle of wine up, "So, really, I'm all ears."
** A piece of paper balled up and tossed at the back of Dulcineas head** Talk to the man with a Penguin cherie, for a bouncers position. Or something. He was a godlings Champion. Might be good to have him around as a permanent bar fixture. **
Dulcinea drops her gaze from the trio at the bar, looking somewhat contrite for her lack of manners. Peeking at Kasyr through her hair, she waits until he's once again absorbed in banter with Ansera and Imar before leaning over to Isen and whispering. "I think we might be in trouble...Uncle Kassy gave us the 'look'." She pulls back long enough to give Isen a small wink before assuming an innocent pose.
Isen turns his smile on Kasyr, unperturbed by the tiefling's words. To Dulcinea, he says, "Well, perhaps we will irritate him enough to see a fight. I'll be glad to pay his stakes, should he lose...though only if they are monetary..."
Imar , a slight grin spreading across his features lifts a hand, and strokes the polymorph’s snowy white locks “Then” he says softly, and with music warming his tones “At least wait until business is settled my love” He falls silent as Kasyr speaks, and a thoughtful, if slightly theatrical frown settles ostentasously upon his forehead. He inclines his head, a long forefinger moving about the rim of his empty glass as he considers his answer “Then, we need to make it a two way conflict it seems.” Glancing briefly at Anshera, a silent communia given and received, and then “I suggest a military alliance. You give over the Drow, and offer support when needed, and I will give you Drow, and aid you in your conflict”
Anshera purrs with the hand running over and through her hair, another nuzzle delivered to the Drow's neck. She smiles with their quiet comminiqué, eyes shifting once more to Kasyr, the tiefling viewed through a slitted gaze. She remains in her silence, however, not terribly interested in the details of this negotiation between Imar and the hybrid.
Kasyr invariably ends up coughing for no particular reason, besides the new title he'd been granted, anyways. But yeally, beyond a none-too-amused mumble of 'Uncle...Guh" he'd remain relatively on topic, Imar responded to with every bit of courtesy the hybrid could muster, "Two things, really. One. My interest was never in the Underdark, persay, so much as ensuring when the raids do happen, It's not vailkrin they rape for resources. There's an empire thats being built in the ahses of the old one. Well, more of a republic really. It would have been simple enough to draw it in were I leading it- however, if I'm to simply allow tu to do as you please, then I'd ask whether you'd..be party to it. If you're offering alliances after all, it would hardly be much of a stretch. "Lofting up his shoulders, the last of the wine would be abruptly chugged, "Oh, et secondly, just, a general note of curiosity- since you have, whether in..." And here the note is stressed" Jest, or otherwisve, tried to kill moi, of sorts. What exactly -es- binding you to your word, if I agree to aid you in this manner?"
Dulcinea grins again after the whispered conversation, before turning her attention to recently brought up matters. Looking first on Kasyr and then around the tavern, she indeed notices a male with a penguin in tow. Arching an eyebrow, she tries to catch his eye, a warm smile and wave sent in his direction.
Basil gives the tiny penguin a playful nudge then returns to casually watching the crowd, making sure, as instructed, that nothing gets too out of hand. His roving eye, however, is soon caught by Dulcinea, and he returns the friendly gesture with a cheery smile and a wave of his own. "Afternoon."
Dulcinea smiles brightly and slips from her chair, her tepid tea in hand as she makes her way to Basil's table. "Would you mind terribly if I joined you?"
Imar ’s amber eyes lose any warmth they may have had, and his expression sets into hard plains and angles. He shakes his head “I know not of this republic you speak, and what is more, I care not for it either.” He thrusts a thumb to the south “My interest lies elsewhere, and I shall crush the under-dark and this republic if need be, to full-fill my purposes there.” Leaning forward “It serves my purpose for the Cabal to have Vailkin under control and no threat to my own forces” A flinty smile stretches across his features “Assurance? What assurance do I have that you will not attempt to kill me? We have mutual need, and that makes us bed fellows”
Basil indicates the chair facing him. "I wouldn't mind at all, ma'am. Appreciate it, in fact. I can get rather dolesome without a little company."
Dulcinea plops into the chair with no further pomp. Her mug is placed rather precisely on the table to her left side and her arms are folded on the tabletop in front of her as she gives Basil her full attention. "I hope you find my company to your liking. I'm Dulci."
Anshera gains her grin back again, and as she continues to stare at Kasyr, the woman begins to sing. Beautifully sang, her intonation and tone so perfect it nears being painfully so. The melody is mellow, and somewhat sad. focusing on the minor keys. As the song continues, she raises her hand from the Drow's arm and places it against his bare chest, the tip of her index finger's talon drawing light patterns upon dark flesh.
Basil smiles again as she seats herself, though the tiny Omega seems considerably less pleased and quickly hides behind the bulk of the mage's robes. "A pleasure, Dulci, I'm sure. I am Basil." He removes his hat and lightly inclines in head to her. "Basil Ignatius Montgomery, mage extraordinaire, and at your service, Dulci." As his posture straightens again, the hat is returned to its rightful position, and Basil quizzically tips his head to the side. "So, what brings this lovely crowd to the Hanging Corpse? I've been working here a few weeks now, this the fullest I've seen it."
Kasyr gets a severely disdainful look, arms crossing over his chest as he moved to simply match the Drows look."Look, If I was going to try et kill tu, I'd damn well be stabbing tu right now. I -recall- tu have ties to cabal however, of sorts at least, which es the only reason I'm not endeavouring to follow through on any matters of impulse. The only thing I need to know, is if you intend this little allegiance to be short lived- as if I'm to be putting my all into this, it's going be be for something that doesn't lasts longer than the lifespan of a fruit fly, you know?" And then the hybrid would simply lean back, staring fixedly at Anshera, looking decidely tense at her Nonachalance.
Dulcinea appears appropriately impressed with his title, inclining her head in a semblance of a bow. "I rather think that mutual goals bring everyone here this morning...some of us have less....tense reasons than others." She gives the trio at the bar another look, a nod towards the bartender before focusing back on the mage. "So, how'd you come to work here, Basil?"
Basil indicates Isen with an inclination of the head. "Isen had advertized the position, I applied, was accepted, and am now charged with keeping the peace in this tavern." A nervous laugh escapes the lanky fellow. "Apparently I'm doing alright, because Tenebrae's kept me on the staff." He looks up to Dulcinea. "Just curious, but have you met her? Tenebrae, I mean?"
Imar , finding himself rather distracted by the polymorph’s sudden outburst of singing, pauses the conversation, and turns to stare with interest at the woman. The music, clear and pitch perfect, resonates with almost painful purity. Finally, and with a slight, if genuine smile, he turns back to kasyr “You forget who I am Kasyr!” He taps his own ebon chest “I am the one who died following Tenebrae into the obsidian pool, and now, I am a servant of the lords of Chaos.” He tilts his head, contempt etched deeply into his expression “I have watched and guarded the pool, and the Cabal ever since. What more do you need?”
Dulcinea blinks at the rather roundabout way of hiring, before nodding. "Yes, indeed I have met her. I've actually been recently put in charge of employment and various other duties here and was going to inquire as to your current employment status. But since you've already been hired, that cuts out a great deal of trouble on my part." Smiling happily at Basil, she indicates the bar with a wave of her hand. "May I get you a drink? Perhaps you'll tell me how you've found it to be, working here."
Anshera conitnues with her song, nonchalant, as Kasyr had put it. She doesn't seem to be paying much mind to what's going on now, her previously open eyes closed as her head nestles against the Drow's shoulder. She continues to draw invisible, harmless patterns upon his chest with her talon, the woman likely bored with the details of the alligience in discussion.
Cris enters the tavern in that ever-sauntering manner of hers, the corpse's attention hardly upon any other in the room. Indeed, the undead assassin seems rather distracted, her steps slowing as she brings herself to a chair to rather plainly drop herself into. A cold finger lifts to idly tap against her chin as she sits there, her thoughts prevailing all her senses...until finally, words pierce through the veil lain over her. Her deadened green eyes lift, shifting from person to person, but in the end, she simply sits and watches.
Basil mouths a silent "oh!" at Dulcinea's explanation. "Uhm... Yes, thank you, I mean. Ale or vodka would be fine, or whatever you please, really." Lightly he shrugs. "Working here? I'm quite glad to do it, actually. Being involved with Vailkrin's most recognized establishment... it's a thrill, to say the least, especially with the upcoming reconstruction."
Kasyr ceases to be as acidic in tone as he had been, though he hardly sounded content. Nonetheless, the hybrid would afford Imar another response, taking his time now, "I -wasn't- there. Everything that I've done I've had -my- knowledge in which to work off of. I mean tu ...no offense per say, to make light of this vigil you've taen up upon yourself, but given our little ...debacle a little while back, et hell, given the fact that I hold half of Trist'oth...a bit of healthy distrust keeps me alive. Or should I say held? I'll acquiese to this, so long as your loyalties remain to Cabal. I'll afford you the symbol in which I've been calling upon ...loyalty, when simply taking the place from Morganza did not suffice. I'll also afford tu my personal support, et that of my allies- et the ridding of a particular general. You have the particular means in which to accomplish this, really. I'm sure it'll appeal to your sense of humour." A pause, and he'd incline his head in the Polymorphs general direction, "Probably hers, as well."
Dulcinea grins and slips out of the chair, already heading for the bar. "Hold that thought, I'll be right back with your drink." As she passes by the newly occupied table, she nods at the female sitting here, a smile given, before continuing on her pat. Upon reaching the bar, she would lean against it, taking up space a mere foot away from the tiefling himself resided. Shaking her head with her own private amusements, she would wait for Steadmen's attention to fall on her before giving her order. An exchange would occur and she would tilt her head in a subtle manner before smiling and heading back to Basil's table. Drink would be set in front of him before she would reclaim her own chair. "I'm pleased to hear that you're happy to be here. So, I take it that you'd be willing to help with both the rebuilding of the city and the tavern?"
Imar flicks an amused glance down toward the taloned finger which draws, so far at least, invisible patterns upon his chest. Then, inclining his head to the hybrid, the dark one says in flat tones “Very well, and indeed, my loyalty is as ever to the Lords of Chaos, and that means the pool and the Cabal” Glancing around, he purses his lips thoughtfully “I suggest you keep we keep this alliance quiet, and between us. The less our individual enemies know about it, the less capable they will be to counter our combined assaults.” Waving to the barkeep “More whisky” And by that gesture, the talk is over for the time being
Basil waits silently, hands folded in his lap and eyes casually roving, for Dulcinea to return. Omega takes the opportunity to sneak a glance at this new acquaintance before quickly ducking behind the robes again when Dulcinea begins to make her return. "Thank you kindly." Basil slide the drink a little closer to himself before nodding in reply to her question. "I would be more than willing, yes. It's odd, but something about this city appeals to me... and I'd like to be a part of it, you see. A..." he pauses searching for the right words. "A fresh start of sorts." Brightly he grins, eagerness apparent in his expression.
Anshera 's song soon comes to an end, poignantly just moment's after Imar completes the discussion. Her eyes open to slits once more, and with a glance shifted first to Kasyr, she raises her head and looks up to Imar. She remains silent however, a quick nip made to his jawline, light and relatively harmless. Her drawing ceases, palm laying flat now against the Drow's chest, "Cris." The polymorph calls, nary a glance sent to the undead woman. There was expectation and command in her voice, the woman obviously wanting the assassin to come to her and Imar's side.
Dulcinea returns her attention back to Basil, a quick appraising glance given to the man before she would lean forward and lower her voice to a conspiratorial murmur. "If you're sincere in your intent to help out...we would greatly appreciate your help with a particular task. We're going to find Tene...and we could use all the extra hands and eyes we can get. Care to join?"
Cris had been sitting quite contently in her own private world, oh yes. She had again receded into her own thoughts, contemplations, plans...the typical thoughts of an assassin. But then Anshera calls. Her thoughts come to a screaching halt, and it's with almost a sigh that the thrall rises to her feet to heed the beckons. She doesn't say a word as she takes a place at the side of the pair; she merely stands, her arms crossed, awaiting whatever order may be forthcoming.
Kasyr simply took to perching by this point, carefully shuffling in his seat so that he could slip free at a moments notice. Beyond that simple note, the hybrids actions were relatively mundane, a simple stacking of Wine bottles upon the counter between himself and Imar, the hybrid simply adding, " On all counts, that works for moi. When you wish to hear of the particulars for handling...one of them do feel free to ask moi- It's of relevance to Dami, et Alicia."
Basil pauses as the lady drops her tone, but follows her lead and casually leans in a little closer. Find Tene? The mage quirks a brow and nods gently. "Certainly. Just... how do we plan to go about doing this?" His expression takes on a subtle severity, as though comprehending the significance of this situation.
Dulcinea sighs as yet another person disappears on her. Getting up from her table, she picks up the unopened bottle from the side of table and makes her way back to the bar. Sliding into the unoccupied bar stool next to Kasyr, she hands the bottle to Steadmen before turning her attention to the tiefling. "'Ello."
Imar , placing Anshera upon her feet, and riseing suddenly, the Drow inclines his head Kasyr "Soon then" Taking the polymorph's hand, he gestures her toward the door "It is time to leave my love" and without another word, the dark elf departs
Anshera looks up as Cris takes her place beside herself and Imar, jadeite hued eyes staring at the undead for what may be an unsettling moment, from the expressionless tone to her gaze, "Come with us." She nods to the Drow, then allows herself to be lead.