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Griffon sat alone at the bar of the near empty tavern. He was hunched over a glass of cider and a blank book, pondering what could be put in it. Come on Grif, think! You might not have adventure stories but you've travelled for years! He didn't actually need to write anything, he was actually a story teller, but this would allow him to start a collection of his stories.

He looked up as lightening sounded over the little wooden building. The bartender cursed and went out to see if anything got hit. This left the young story teller alone to whistle a chipper melody as he sipped his cider.

Some night's the clubs of the Under City got boring for the princess, human taverns amused her. Dalliah made her way up to the little building, knowing it was most likely a ghost town, one or two drinkers at most. Her boots, and cloak made her fit in rather well with the mere mortals of this tiny place.

She entered into the tavern, flipping back her cloak which unleashed her wild red hair. Nothing like Under City She said softly to herself as she headed to the bar.

The door moved and Griffon looked toward it to see who it was. Seeing it was just a girl he smile and gave a small wave to her. What's a girl doing in this place, he thought to himself. He didn't really care, he was more focused on the blank book in front of him, but as she neared the bar he felt the need to inform her of the bartender's current absence. "The bartender is out right now ma'am. If you want something you're going to have to wait until he gets back." He took a sip of his cider.

"I can see, my eyes work." Dalliah nodded toward the empty bar. "But thanks for the information anyway,dear." A grin curled her plump lips, her demonic eyes locking onto his book. "What do you hav there~?" She cooed.

Griffon looked back at the blank pages before him. "Ah, this? It's nothing, or full of it at least. I'm a story teller you see. I was just trying to write some, but writing is not in my nature." He shrugged, not sure how much sense he made. He raised is cider glass and took another sip of the light, yet dark liquid. How contradictory it was, this liquid. Dark in color yet light in shade. Foul is fair and fair is foul, Griffon recalled from a story he once read. It was late and he was tired, this made the world a bit sureal for the story teller.

{Do you mind is Dalliah's body guard joins, its a big roll with her character }

Dalliah snapped her finger, purple static flying from her finger tips. "You human folks are so strange... Ever stranger hobbies." Dalliah said as she moved behind the bar, getting a mug for herself, sipping at it, her eyes locked on him.

((Don't mind at all))

Griffon noticed but didn't act upon the static nor the human comment. He was used to strange people, he met alot of them. Let's see just how weird this one is, he thought. His eyes followed the girl around the bar as she got herself a mug. "You know he'll kick you out if he catches you back there right?" Griffon didn't really care either way, but he never gave up his chance to talk.

"I dont think he will." Bael said gruffly and appeared next to Dali.


(Sup Grif! Guess whos the bodyguard?)

Dalliah gave Bael a bright smile. "Neither do I really, we all wont be here when he gets back anyway. I have plans for us tonight." Dalliah let her eyes flash at Griffon.

((Sweet!))

Griffon stood up quickly, his right hand dropping to the saber on his left side as he prepared to unsheath it. "What madness crosses the path of the Pardoner family?" He didn't like the sound of what the lady had to say. "My plans are my own at this tavern!"

Bael leaned forward menacingly. "Take your hand off that, unless you dont want two hands." He growled, glaring at the man, he said "Ms. Dali decides what the plans ars for this evening."

The hand let go of the handle, cautiously hovering inches away. The story teller had lost his sereality as well as light heartedness for the moment, it was replaced by a fight or flight instinct. It was a mixture of both right now, but he struggled to stay calm. "What do you have in mind Ms. Dali?" He said it questionably mimicking Bael.

"Dont mock me boy." He snarled.

Griffon's hand flinched around the sword at the snarl but never touched it as it returned to its spot around the sword. "Who ever said I was mimicking you? I don't think I really can." He gave a half smile for a second or two before he turned back to the girl.

"And hes a smartass." He said glaring.

"Get him for me, Bael." Dalliah took her mug as she turned on her heel, heading to the door. "Knock him out too, please~" Dalliah cooed in Baels ear. "Don't want him knowing the way out. Si needs him."

Without warning, Bael hit Griffon on the side of the head with the hilt of his dagger and watched him crumple to the floor. "Hmph" Bael grunted as he picked Griffon up over his zhoulder.

The cutlass was only inches out before the dagger's hilt struck all too quickly for the story teller. His limp arm pushed it pack into its sheath as he hit the floor. The world was black.

Soon they where in the deep darkness of Under City, heading to Bael's large cabin. "Si hasn't fed on human blood for so long now... I worry about her age." Dalliah never let the fact Si looked like a teenager still bother her. "Human blood will do her good." Dalliah thought about her maid dying, something she couldn't handle

"So whats the deal with him?" He shook the limp man on his shoulder.