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"I... Im dont think so. These last years have been... Like a foggy night, running in circles...." He loses himself and stares down onto the bar table. He takes another big gulp of the drink. "Eh... I mean, no i dont have any family wich of i know."

He looked at her, through his deep glasses, and slowly took them of. He revealed his bone scarred eyepits, with a small red glow in the midlle of them, and nothing else than darkness. "I am..." He said, this time loosing air again. "What you could call and undead. Unwillingly dead..." He looks into her eyes, his empty red glowing eyes, staring deeply into her eyes.

She returned the stare that he gave her. Amara seemed to be mezmerised by the red glow of his eyes. She had met few undeads in her time... and because of that she was truely amazed. Unlike most people she was not afraid of this Neiru, she found it a little easier to be around him now that she knew waht he was. She smiled warmly at him.
"I see, well, i truely did not expect t'see another undead in me lifetime that's fer sure."
She laughed a little, taking another sip of her wine and then smiling lovingly at him.
"I be an elf... as yee can probably tell by t'great give away."
She said as she moved her head to the side and pushing her black locks ack, revealing one of her green gem decorated ears.
A few minuts later she turned her attention to Fox. He seemed a little upset today, but she knew, as his teacher, that it would be best to leave him to battle out his problems alone for it helps him to get strong at mind if he does. She returned her gaze to Neiru.

Neiru looked at her in with the same red glare, focused on her eyes all the time. He felt confused inside. Someone not afraid of what he was? He felt... Someone had entered. He hastely put his glasses on, the damp light was anyways to high for his night sensitive eyes. He looked at the person who just entered, but came back to look at Amara, and asked quiet,and now that his throat was wet again he wasent as sore as before. "Why... Ho... I dont understand... I..."

She placed one hand on Neirus shoulder, brushing down the side of his neck as she did so. She could tell when he was thinking thanks to the gift her hostile side had left behind.
"I 'ave been'a fighter fer over 200 years now, me littl' darlin', and i 'ave come up against'a fair few enemies..."
She paused for a moment and pulled down her collar revealing the gash again and, with her other hand she lifted up the bottom of her leather top, revealing only the top of a large gash there also.
"How d'ya think meself got theses wounds if meself ain't a fighter?"
She put her collar and top back to normal.
"Meself don't judge people from t'outside, there be too many different types of peoples out there t'be doing that... I judge purely on what be on the inside."

"Is that so....well let me ask you my lady. What would see in me?" the dragonewt knight asked inquizively.

The sound of heavy footsteps came up from the stairwell that lead deep into the dungeon of Mistress Crow. From the sounds came the tall figure of Yawgmoth. Looking in perfect health. As strong as ever. With a gentle smirk on his face. He cracked his bones since they had just been..in use per say and eyed the room.