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"Wow... ke’u're ainev gyara azuk itesiwaju!" he laughed through the screeching of chair legs on wooden floors as the men and women around him raised their drinks in unison with his for yet another cheer. Nir'wei had no idea who any of them are.. and he was pretty sure none of them knew each-other either. In the candlelight they'd all culminated at the table like raindrops towards a drain. The first few had arrived drunk already, but soon others were arriving sober, yet the infectious laughter and high spirits of their neighbours soon caught - now it was impossible to tell who had downed several mugs of ale and who was still sipping water. Occasionally, someone would stand to go to the toilet and then it became pretty obvious. The last one to try, a surprisingly beefy sailor with a thick, black, perfectly-trimmed moustache to compensate for his baldness, was currently sprawled out in a puddle of his own spilt ale, raising the empty mug that had held it just moments ago and still laughing about it. Someone else was trying to help him back up, but she was scrawny and hiccuping every other word. The next time they raised their mugs for a cheer, she was on top of the man and the barmaid was shouting at them all to get out and find a brothel 'if they wanted to do that.' After that, they all finished their drinks pretty quickly.. and the couple finished off even quicker, giggling giddily as the other staff came around from behind the bar to haul the couple back to their feet and out of the door.. along with all of the other trouble-makers.

Being shoved out into the damp streets suddenly brought to light just how long Nir'wei had spent mulling about. When he'd gone in, thinking it was about time that he tried something new and brought a little more excitement, it was only late in the afternoon. A hazy red glow was settling over the streets and stores were just beginning to close. Now, chunky dark clouds smothered the sky in a matt-black ooze, smothering all light but the dim flickers of an occasional candlelight to light up the empty streets and walkways. It'd almost be ominous, if not for the jeers of his compatriots as they congratulated the newly-consummated couple. The two, happily accepting their praise, apparently weren't done with their raunchy däbäru either.. they broke off, leaving many sad and disappointed drunkards, to find somewhere else to continue what they'd started in a little more peace and a lot less company.

Left to mull in how he'd ended up here while the others filled off what drinks they'd managed to snag on their way out, the night didn't look that bad in hindsight. He'd tossed a few nels around, bought some mugs of cheap ale and made a few friends with a couple of squires chugging down water like it was vodka, apparently in celebration of something. Then when the two started making out, he slid away and moved somewhere else, chatting and laughing and enjoying what there was to enjoy. Somehow he'd ended up on the cobblestone streets watching one of their little rag-tag troupe stop, double-over and vomit into the drain at the side of the road.. then chug down a swing of cider from one of the bottles someone'd swiped from the side of the bar on their way out to 'wash the taste down.' He could stand on his own two feet.. he wasn't slurring his speech, much, although it was fun to do anyway. For now, he was one with the pack. Surrounded by the enjoyment of others, soaking in it like one would a warm bath.

"Onwards!" shouted the moustached baldy from earlier, possibly called Olivar, pointing off in the distance to their next destination - a rather comfortable looking place with warm light inside and an open door.

"Ah hope thah've got bettah ale than thah last plahce," someone with a face masked by a wide-rimmed hat off to Nir'weis right as they stumbled forwards, "I swear they stuffed their dog's piss in a bottle and sold it full-price! Ah.. Ah could go for a propah brew right'a bout nows!" She might have been the one vomiting from earlier, her breath smelled awful and there was an odd squelching noise with every step she took. He didn't dare look down though, he might not be drunk but he wasn't about to tempt the fates. Turned out, he didn't even need to guess though - one of the lady's arms soon wrapped over both of Nir'weis shoulders, leaving a heavy weight resting on his trembling legs and filling the air with the unmistakeable scent of stale urine in the process. Oh yeah, that's much better, he thought to himself with a wince, trying to breathe in through his mouth instead. Yeah, much better, yeah. Great! Great.

"Oi!" That didn't sound like a voice from any of their group but Nir'wei kept pushing forwards anyway, hoping to at least get through the door before collapsing under the weight of the surprisingly heavy woman draped limply over both shoulders like some dead animal carcass. His reward? A meaty hand that nearly grabbed the middle of his face and crushed it. Apparently the woman wasn't dead because she pulled back just in the nick of time and hauled Nir'wei back up straight, face-to-face with a muscle-bound guard just before he lost a tooth. "Hand over weapons." This was new. People carried weapons on their way around the city? Well.. it did sort-of make sense, but then again wasn't that what the Iron Hand was for?

Together they emptied their pockets and lifted their shirts, showing off their lack of deadly tools. The woman hanging from her shoulder like a sloth reached into one urine-soaked boot and removed a hunting knife several inches long, offering it handle-first to the guard.. and when the man turned over to Nir'wei, he raised both hands into the air and said the first thing that came to his head. "Talun tä tsani." The guard's eyes narrowed. "Uhm... here weapons none." His jaw tightened and he looked about ready to kick the Sev'ryn back out onto the curb. "Sorry, Common not good. Thing, language. No good, not here. Yes?" What little vocabulary he could normally summon in terrible situations like these was completely out the window under the influence of all the ale. Mercifully, the most unlikely heroine suddenly spoke up and with a flick of her tongue, resolved everything at once.

"He's not from here! Neither am I.. but I hope you can forgive us, hmm? Please, darlin'?" The woman at his shoulder fluttered her eyelashes, pouted her lips and he swore he saw a quick flash of cleavage. Next he knew, he was sat at the bar, tossing yet more silver nel's for the barkeep and ordering another ale. His saviour? Still by the door, chatting up the guard with coy smiles that could have set an Aukari aflame in more ways than one. His compatriots, what few of them remained, soon followed with boistorous laughs and noisy slaps to the back.
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Vivian had been in the tavern for nearly a Break before the rowdy crowd arrived. Most of them weren't exactly causing trouble, exactly, but they were clearly very drunk, except for the quiet Sev'ryn who had nearly not been allowed in. She briefly wondered if he was their keeper before shrugging it off. She was leaving Andaris tomorrow to back to her home region, and a welcome thing it would be to leave the busy city. The place was a bloody nightmare and she pitied those who had to keep it safeguarded, for she fully believed such a task to be a headache.

After a moment, Vivian decided she wanted another drink and stood back up, walking over to the bar. Clearing a space next to the quiet Sev'ryn by virtue of being sober enough to step through the drunks without tripping over her own feet. Gesturing the bartender over, Vivian said, "A glass of Stone Creek, please." she said, pitching her voice to be heard through the din. The bartender nodded, leaving for a moment before returning with order. Rather than leave the bar, Vivian sat down, mostly sipping at her glass. She wasn't typically a fan of wine, but Rharne's brewers weren't generally considered the best in Idalos for a reason, and Stone Creek, while cheap, had a flavor that overruled her typical distaste for wine.

After she'd been sitting for a moment, one of the more inebriated of the new arrivals put a hand on her shoulder. "H-hey, pretty lady, why don't you come with me for a good time?" the drunk slurred, the alcohol strong on his breath.

"I'd as soon roll with a pig." Vivian said coldly, not even turning to look at her would-be lover.

"Aw, c'mon, derlin', don' be tat way." he said, his hand on her shoulder now tugging at her a bit. Scowling, Vivian set down her glass and looked over her shoulder at the drunk, a heavy set man with a bushy beard and a bald spot in his hair. The drunk smiled at her for a moment, taking her turn as a sign of acceptance, before she made her denial quite clear by elbowing him in the face. The drunk fell back and moaned piteously, rolling on the ground before one of his friends helped him up. Sighing in irritation, Vivian turned her back on the crowd and went back to sipping her Stone Creek.
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While tipping down yet another mug of ale down his throat and nearly tipping himself off his own stool in the process, Nir'wei almost felt like he should apologize for the unashamed leering of his fellows. True enough, they were big boys now and could take care of themselves, but it seemed like in a matter of breaks he'd broken the peace of the bar with his troupe's presence, and couldn't stop feeling at least a little responsible for it all. Especially for the dark-haired woman who kindly took her seat next to his.. only to have her private space rudely invaded by a portly stump of a man, slurring and swaying as if he might topple over her like a breaching walrus. Of course, she didn't have the worst experience, by far - someone was running through the edges of the tavern, slipping his hands down chests and up skirts wherever he could, pinching and groping all arses that weren't planted on a seat. Not for long, since it wasn't very long before his fate-tempting received an answer in the form of a particularly attractive woman's muscled boyfriend who delivered a backhand swift enough to floor the unfortunate lad with a single strike, but long enough to cause plenty of indignant screeches. Still, hers was a pretty bad way too. At some point, he considered reaching over and plucking the back of his shirt collar away.. but, no need. In moments, Olivar was lying on his back on the wooden floor, clutching an empty mug with one hand and cradling his nose as blood mixed with ale all over his shirt.

Nir'wei should have felt sorry. Instead he nearly spat back the mouthful of ale he was in the middle of swallowing in a fit of throat-rending guffaws. One hand clutched at his mouth but no matter how he tried to hold it back, dribbles of dark amber liquid seeped between his fingers. It really did take every bit of self-control he had to swallow down the remaining ale before breaking into fits of giggles. "Oh.. oh man.. oh!" he exclaimed, clutching his chest with one hand and struggling for breath. "Oh.. sorry for him. Murädï gyara tẹ waje matsakaici! Aha.. funny." He actually had to wipe some tears that had gathered at the corners of his blood-shot eyes. "Harmless, though. Worries not."

The rest of Nir'weis troupe had gone a little too far over the edge; they'd drunk more than they could handle for the evening and wandered into the wrong bar for it. Swift violence had sobered them back up and some had left entirely, with those remaining soon backed off into a corner quietly drinking away the night they'd spent drinking away all of their other problems. What few droplets he'd not already drunk, or he'd spilled in a brief moment of hilarity, were soon also gone and his empty mug abandoned on the bar counter as he let the last waves of inebriation settle and wane. Almost in hindsight, as the night wore down, he turned back over to the dark-haired woman at his left with a genial smile. "What's name?" Then, realizing his mistake, both hands quickly lifted in front of his face defensively. "Err, don't punch!" He wasn't flirting, promise! Nir'wei was just curious what her name was.. and what Stone Creek tasted like. In case it wasn't completely obvious, he'd never drunk often. Or even rarely.
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Vivian didn't react as the comparatively sober man next to her laughed at the drunks misfortune, figuring that such a thing was amusing to many of the lower classes. For herself, Vivian was just irritated at the interruption and ignored the people around her in favor of sipping lightly at the glass of Stone Creek in front of her. The rest of the rowdy crowd had either settled down to drink quietly, or had been firmly told that their rambunctiousness was not going to be tolerated in much the same fashion Vivian had told the drunk his advances were not welcome.

Eventually, things settled back down into a more quiet atmosphere and it seemed like the rest of the night would pass without further interruption. Then the man sitting next to her spoke up, asking her name. She turned and gave him a rather flat look, only to have him recoil and ask her not to punch him. Giving a small huff of laughter, Vivian turned back to her drink before speaking. "I don't generally go to hitting people as my first reaction. I'm Vivian Warrick." she said, before thinking back to just after she had elbowed the drunk.

"You're Sev'ryn, aren't you?" she asked, her tone as much a demand as a question. She had heard her cousins mother speak the Sev'ryn language a few times, but she couldn't recall ever hearing either Lazuli or Lei'lira use it. Truth be told, she wasn't even sure they knew how to speak the Sev'ryn language. Sar'eiris Warrick had been proud of her lineage, and she wasn't sure the woman would have taught it too her half-breed daughters. Vivian shook away thoughts of Sar'eiris after a moment. She hadn't known the twins mother very well, but after the Sev'ryn woman had abandoned her children while they were still reeling from Jared's death, Vivian had found it incredibly easy to think the absolute worst of her.
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With his fits of giggles settling somewhere in his ale-filled stomach, Nir'wei smacked his lips and slouched back on the bar-stool, leaning heavily against the bar as he pushed the empty mug away. One hand reached back down into his pocket but there were no more nels to greet it. "Eh, shit," he muttered. Seemed as though his drinking for the night had come to a close; then again, without any compatriots at his side, it looked like the whole night was drawing towards its end. All the crowds were returning to their normal little groups, quiet and mumbly with only the occasional bout of laughter or shouting to break the monotony. Not even a bard or a jester to offer a little music or comedy to it all. He could remember, in Desnind, the nights out would be spent around a small fire sharing stories with anyone willing to listen; there was none of this awkwardness, confusion, violence. These people that called him savage, they surely had a very primitive way of socializing.

The only thing that kept his attention focused outwards anymore was the black-haired woman at his side.. Vivian, apparently. The one that apparently thought she wasn't as violent as she was. "Better safe. Looks hurty." Even though she seemed nice enough, he was still rather wary of being elbowed in the face and ending up in the corner next to the other guy. Black eyes wouldn't look nice, especially to Gaspard in the morning. "Mm. Nir'wei. Err..." he trailed off slowly, drawling as his eyes fluttered in their sockets. What were the names of those things? Ahh, he couldn't even remember. "Fly animal handler." Close enough, he thought to himself, laughing out-loud at his own ignorance. "And.. you are, soldier." He didn't even really need to guess that much, there was a certain haughty attitude combined with the fact that she'd elbowed someone in the face for little more than calling her pretty. It didn't take a genius to work it out. "Hitting people. Shame."

Then she broke his concentration. "... Hmm? Ha! Perceptive little bäbbän, ke’u ìlana bou'eri. Sev al ailewu pẹlẹv sngä’ï tìkakpam!" he exclaimed in a horrible mix of Common and Xanthea. He would ask her the same thing, but it seemed like if she was, she would have just said it.. and trying to make an accusation like that would probably end up with an elbow to the face, so he kept his thoughts to himself. "Yes, Sev'ryn," he later confirmed. "Common, so good not. Sorry. Apologize. Unless, you speak?" He turned to her and raised both hands, as if trying to prompt her to speak Xanthea so they could at least have an ordinary conversation. After a few moments of pausing and waiting though, he pulled back and snorted softly. "Language strange. No tongue, all throat. Bad. Aceh'ar ayipada älätäkọ av noiva av mä'änä innuendo av èrè kabisa."

A commotion was breaking out behind them both but Nir'wei ignored it completely, focusing more on the conversation.. mostly because it was actually taking up a lot of concentration, using up all the few verses and words he could remember, while inebriated. "Strange, yes. Ahh, strange. Language, people, places, all.. even animal. Horse? Hah! Horse.. people back horse?" He'd seen people, riding on the backs of those animals as if the horse actually wanted anyone taking a piggy-back ride on them. All the equipment used to keep people firmly seated up there, too, it was almost as if the people were blind to it. Even wearing armour! Nonsense! He was rambling, flailing his arms about in the air with a stony face of sheer disbelief, completely serious as he spewed out broken Common like a seasick drunkard. "Believe not. Are you, rider? Horse? Huh?"
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Vivian looked back at the man she was becoming increasingly certain was from foreign shores, but it wasn't until he failed to remember what a Volareon or Jacadon was called that the began to get angry at him. She knew he was foreign, but even the most uneducated peasant child knew what the Volareon and especially what the Jacadon were that she found this foreigners inability to recall deeply offensive. "Turning back to her drink, she attempted to ignore him, but he just kept talking at her, even going so far to ask if she knew the Sev'ryn language, while insulting the common most people in the world spoke. "પશળશરઌડી ઊશળઇઌઔર ઝઇએ૮એરમ મળએ૮ક." she muttered in Rakahi to her glass before turning to face her...companion.

"The furry flying ones are the Volareon. The scaly ones are Jacadon. The latter is especially important, considering this island is made from a Jacadon corpse. And yes, I'm a soldier. An airman with the Xiur Skyriders, specifically." she snapped out, before taking a calming breath and regaining control of her manners. "And don't worry about your common. It will improve, if you're willing to work at it. I don't speak the Sev'ryn language, though I do speak the Rakahi language." she said, her tone haughty and cold, if calm.

His disbelief that they got around on horseback brought a moments incredulousness from the noblewoman, and she just stared at him in surprise for a second. "Yes...of course I do. Most everyone rides horses here. And in most other parts of the world, from what I understand. It's a remarkably easy way to get around, you see. Speeds things up a great deal." she said, before recovering her haughty demeanor and taking another drink. "I'd guess you're from Desnind then, and a new arrival at that. I find it hard to believe that no one rides horses in Desnind."
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Apparently he'd struck a nerve. Although Nir'wei knew he wasn't the best at conversation, at least he could pick up on one or two non-verbal cues.. and the fact that she was pushing her face into her drink suggested somehow he'd managed to say something wrong. Strange. The last man who'd said something wrong to her earned an elbow to the face. Meanwhile, all he got was... what he could only guess was some kind of scathing insult in a language that sounded more like the gibberish from a newborn Volareon. "Ha, murädï ke’u dav jasi ushïndänï nandanan kọv ke’u a'ouk ainev, hmm. Idakẹjẹ ke’u're kelku tä verbally ọgágun eo, basata iboju dav èrè kọv av nïkïän sev diuv säju..." he replied with a soft chuckle, leaning a little more into the bar and relaxing in his own sense of smugness. After all, two could play at her game.

Soon it seemed as though she was no longer interested in playing. They settled into a more cultured conversation - cultured applied loosely, considering where they were and how much they'd drunk. "Ahh, yes. I know. I know animal. Name slips mind," he explained with a dismissive yet lofty wave of a hand. After all, it didn't matter! Who cared about names.. it wasn't as if the animals cared what people called them, after all. He knew what was important about them and as long as he remembered that, he wouldn't be fired.. and he wouldn't accidentally kill any of them. Everything else? Mostly unimportant nonsense. "Yes, interesting, very, yes." An island made from a Jacadon corpse. That was interesting. It made a lot of sense, how many of the creatures nested in the island now. Still, there was something that caught his attention a little tighter.

A bit of a smile crept into the corner of his mouth, even though he tried his best to suppress it. "Aha! Guessed." One finger tapped his left temple. "Saw. You strong! Yes yes. Fighter." So caught up in the moment, he shook a clenched fist and made a pouting face that looked more like a child who'd lost out on seconds than the grim-faced warrior he was trying to imitate. "Very strong... soldier!" Another word for fighter? "Skyrider?" Wait... sky rider. "Ohhh." Suddenly it dawned on him. "You ride Volareon, Jacadon? I never see at lodge. Or.. horse? No. You come. Lodge. See Volareon. Airman who spend no time air? Stupid. You go air." Man, that took a lot of energy to string that horribly-worded sentence together. Hopefully it didn't come out as downright insulting like the last several attempts at normal conversation. Somehow, though, it felt as though this would be going a heck of a lot worse if he was sober.

The last query caught the last moments of his rambling, throwing it through a neat little loop. "Oh. Yes." Unfortunately they did ride horses. That didn't mean he couldn't feel bad about it though. "I, find bad. Kọv miu tì’eyng èrè's av slantu lhukw-íchọ. Not good ride horse. Kärfẹ besca." He shook his head sourly. "Horse not like person back! Speed, yes. Good, no! Horse should free." Nir'wei was determined, for a few short moments. Then he sighed quietly and shrugged both shoulders in defeat. "But, do what will. True, everyone do. All most other parts. No change. No." Perhaps in time someone would be able to bring people around to the idea, although without offering some kind of alternative, he could never really see it happen. A shame, but, he knew when there was no point dragging it around like some dead weight.
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Vivian shook her head as the Sev'ryn told her to come to the lodge and ride a Volareon. "Can't. Ranks too low to get on a Volareon. Don't start learning how to fly until I'm a Sergeant. Don't get one permanently until Major, and that's a long way off still." she said, shaking her head. She desperately wanted to fly, but she new better than to try and ride a Volareon before she was allowed too.

At his comment about horses, the noblewoman simply shrugged and sipped more from her glass. "My own horse gets restless if I don't take her out for a ride. I don't think they mind as much as you think they do, honestly. Besides, how would you tell? It's not like they speak any language besides horse, and no mortal has yet learned to understand horse." she said, her tone haughty. She had actually looked up if there was a way to speak animal when she was little, but her tutors had not only told her no, but had told her to stop acting like a child. The memory still rankled, but she was mature enough to ignore it.

Looking over at the Sev'ryn, she regarded him curiously for a moment. "You're obviously from Desnind. How did you come to be in Rynmere? Hunting for your spirit animal, perhaps?" she asked, her query again as much a demand as a question. She knew about spirit animals from her cousins, when Lei'lira had made that long trip to Desnind and come back talking about her flying wolf friend. In truth, Vivian was a little jealous, but she could never have made the trip to Desnind. Too much water between Rynmere and the Southern Continent.
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Her words rankled him. Slamming his palm on the table next to her drink, hard enough to catch her attention, he looked her square in the face and scoffed. "Shut up." The lingering tendrils of alcohol amplified his disdain beyond its normal levels, almost to a point that he struggled to look back on himself and gather whether he was doing all of the talking, or whether the alcohol was doing it for him. "You Skyrider. You ride, in sky, free like bird, high. Chains not hold down." Passion was gripping his voice and wrenching it from his lungs. "Not let stupid people who not know your ambitions tell what do. You do what want. You follow dream!" His voice had nearly risen to a shout at this point but he carried on regardless, waggling his finger in illustration, saying, "You come, I take, see Volareon, learn Volareon, speak Volareon! Sex rank!" Nir'wei was pretty sure that was a good swear word to use and he used it proudly, but by that point he'd caught the attention of a few others in the bar and he sat back down onto the seat he couldn't remember standing up from. "This why hate military. Sex military. Tell people what do, what think, how live. Stupid. Do what want do, what want believe do good, help people, not... not be held like metal, on floor. Cage everyone. Cold hard cage. Bad."

Finally, Nir'wei looked back towards the bar and took a few heavy breaths to bring some more air back into his empty lungs. "Same horses. I think." Now he was pushing into the boundaries of his own ideaology, but Vivian had asked, so he would answer as truthfully as he could. "Cage. Told what do. Restless without ride. Owned, told where go, what do, how do it. Maybe.. can't talk reason we ride." He shrugged both shoulders and sighed, leaning a little further back on his narrow little stool and bringing his mind back to Desnind. "You try ride free horse? Free horse not want, kick, attack, free. Not need speak, action. Action speak tell we no ride. You..." he trailed off for a moment, looking back up from the bar and pointing a dirty finger at Vivian, ".. you ride horse so long, it forget free." A horribly sobering thought, to think that someone could even forget what it was to be free, although it seemed like so many people had already. They sat in their houses, they grew their crops, paid their taxes, forgot their dreams, forgot their ambitions until they became little more than tiny cogs in the empire... doing what they were supposed to do and never anything more. Like they weren't even alive anymore. Their spirits gone.

"I not forget free. That why here. Want be here, come here. Want go somewhere else, go. I do what want. Not held back. No rank tell what do. Hah!" Well, that wasn't entirely true. Archailist was the one who kept talking about something important in Rynmere. Otherwise he would have gone back to Desnind as quick as he pleased. Being surrounded by military, listening for tales of murder and betrayal.. it was all rather depressing, if he was entirely honest. Sure, Desnind had its own problems running for it right now, but at least when he went to sleep at night, he felt safe. How anyone could think an overabundance of large, armoured men carrying big swords and shields at all breaks of the day was safe, was utterly beyond his understanding. "Wait. How know spirit animal?"
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Cheers! [Vivian]

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Vivian raised an eyebrow at the Sev'ryn's outburst, then shook her head. "They understand my ambitions just fine, but an untrained rider can really hurt a Volareon, or themselves. Besides, the Volareon and the Jacadon are what made Rynmere what it is, and we don't want to risk them in the hands of those without proper training." she said, her tone calm and collected. "As for the ranks, they are important. Those in higher ranks, they're meant to protect and care for the people them, keep them safe. Not all of them do, sadly, but the best do. It's both a responsibility and a privilege." she said, her tone taking on a lecturing note.

At his second outburst, she gave him a cold glare when he pointed at her, then raised an eyebrow. "You contradict yourself. You say I shouldn't ride a horse, but tell me to ride a Volareon regardless of my rank. You need to make up your mind, Sev'ryn." she said, her tone as cold as her eyes before he explained why he was in Rynmere, his reason earning a shrug from the noble-woman. "I'm much the same, but I have neither reason nor desire to leave Rynmre. I want to keep it safe." she said, her tone calm. "My cousins are half-Sev'ryn. Lei'lira went to Desnind and came back with hers, a winged wolf she calls Lei'luna."

Just as she finished speaking, there was a commotion from behind her and the bouncer approached them. "You both need to leave, now." he barked, hauling them up by the sleeves. Using her free hand to pick up her rapier from where she'd leaned it against the counter, Vivian knocked his hand away. "I can find my way out on my own." her tone cold and condescending as she glared at the bouncer before she made her way out of the bar. Once both she and the Sev'ryn were outside, she looked around. "Wonder what that was about...ah well, now I need to find another place to drink." she said, her tone quiet.
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