These Strangers Mess with Our World

Malinda froze. She turned and stalked toward the newcomer. "Out. Get out! You're not welcome in my tavern!" She also threw a few choice words at him. It technically wasn't hers but as a worker, she could do that. Her blue eyes blazed and a few scales appeared on her cheeks. "You're causing a disturbance to other customers, now get out before I make you regret it!"
 
He nods, his voice still calm as ever "apologies madam, I did not mean to make you feel uncomfortable, I would like to stay if you would excuse my behavior."
 
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She felt her face get warm from embarrassment and her eyes dulled and her scales receded back into her skin. Malinda had not lashed out like that in a while and it felt... strangely good. She was still glad it was early and there were only three costumers still. She gave him nothing more than a nod and walked off, continuing to clean and ignoring any stares she might have gotten.
 
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Fia snorted and shook her head. She knew who lived on her borders. He had a reputation of being power hungry and unwilling to compromise. She also didn't buy into his belief that he chose to dress as he did to gain information. Those that lived here were more likely to rob him than aid him. The mercenary at the edge of town was proof enough of that. The didn't even trust their neighbors in this area. Before she could respond, Fia spotted the oddly colored woman moving their way and tilted her head slightly to eye her. The invitation to go into the tavern made her scowl slightly. Taverns had people. People overheard things. She preferred to do her business in the quieter parts where there were fewer people to observe her and her decisions. Still, it seemed the oh so fastidious demon lord had a desire to go indoors as if it would spare them the prying eyes of the villagers. More the fool he if he thought it was private.

Following the small group indoors, Fia took a seat in the back corner were she could watch those who came and went while keeping her back to the wall. No sooner had her backside hit the bench seat then the tavern worker approached again, asking if they wanted anything. Fia flicked her fingers at the annoying woman. "You hover worse than a gnat," she scolded. The woman was by far to interested in her and the demon. "Quit sticking your nose in conversations that don't involve you lest I take an interest in removing it from your face." Her gaze slid over the tavern and its population, noting the peasant that had followed them in. She didn't like the look of him. Something in the way he held himself tipped her off that he was one to keep an eye on. The dragon too since she seemed to take offence at him and almost going scaly as said priest said something that offended her. At least, Fai thought she was a dragon. Something similar if not a dragon.

Fia smirked imagining the violence the young dragon could visit on the human. It amused her for a moment, until she noticed the woman once again looking their way. She narrowed her eyes, contemplating if the woman needed to be taught a lesson. She had fought dragons before. They were tough, but not impossible to kill. With this one being down here rather than with the main group, odds were good they wouldn't notice one missing dragon without the smarts to stay away from her. The demon lord, something Ravenguard if she wasn't mistaken, took a seat at her table, drawing her attention back to him. Crossing one leg over her knee, she rested her elbows on the table and considered the demon. His species and hers were very similar, but hers tended to be loners. They didn't do well with others of their kind nearby and were likely to kill one another out of spite. She knew of this man. Knew he only trusted a few, but he had an army to call upon and Fia wasn't dumb enough to think that a ruthless demon like him was without other resources.

What he didn't have was dragons, or apparently information. "So, what information do you seek that you would dare to come here without so much as a warning that you would be dropping in?" Her gaze strayed to the peasant and the dragon again. "Be mindful of what you say, we have unwelcome ears on this conversation." By rights the peasant should've been out tending to his field or getting to whatever job he had. It was to early in the morning for him to be just sitting at the tavern. If he were a traveler, he should've been well on his way to wherever he was bound, not wasting daylight. And the dragon was wiping tables just a little to close for her peace of mind. If they didn't keep their voices down, she would hear.
 
Malinda glanced up from wiping tables and noticed the girl looking her way. She sensed distrust from her and the so called priest as the lady looked at both of them. She stayed at the table she was at, feeling defiant after her "talk" with the man. She honestly wasn't paying much attention to them anymore. She wanted to be done with her day and fly around. She wanted to reek havoc on the farmers. A sly grin appeared on her face as she whipped the table aggressively. Strands of hair were falling from her bun and laying in her face. She finally just threw her towel at the table and walked to the door, putting a closed sign on it. Which she realized she probably should have done in the first place. Good thing her boss wasn't here, but she had a feeling she would be done working here today. She then went to a table which was probably too close for comfort and sat down.
 
Ezekiel looked up to meet the gaze of the woman he had followed into the tavern(fia), their eyes met only for A moment during which Ezekiels eyes glazed over, as if staring at something that was no there. his eye color changed as he brushed her conciousness, he felt A cold and tempered hatred, one fostered as A reaction to the unforgiving nature of the world, he sensed the calculating mind of A huntress looking to guard it's territory and what seemed to be A fear of some great change.he forced himself to look downward breaking his focus, Whilst he was mindful of himself the beings in the tavern were proving to be of great intrest, . the images and emotions faded away. He could not help but consider that the webs of fate had brought them all together for the same purpose.
 
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