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*flail half opened one eye* are you training ziven? i always took you to be one of little violence and not much of a fighter, no offense mind you. its not that often that one with a peacful disposition lives here in the RDS

Then I'll have to watch over you for four days after the next mission where you'll train and train until it hurts to move.* Ali smiled at her in a mischievous manner, no pain, no gain.*

But I must warn you, It will be four days of pure pain. You'll sweat blood on the fourth day and you might even reach points where your bones will be on the edge of breaking. It'll be a small lesson for you to next time train by yourself, cause you do not want me to next time make you train for two weeks like that again.* Ali spoke somewhat harsh, true he had kept her occupied but she had times to do a little training and such. Besides he was gonna toss her into something like this sooner or later, build up her pain tolerance a bit before he later on made sure it increased even more.*

Sitting up, Vincent looked around. He felt like he had been hit over the head with something hard. His memory was hazing. This place looked familiar but then he didn't know where this blace was.

The stirring sounds of another awoke the sleeping beast. Resting high above the inn like a gargoyle, Yawgmoth slept in the darkness. Secluded by its shade and comforted by its bleakness. A pair of red lights ripped through the bleak abyss above the raftors as Yawgmoth's crimson eyes opened from stirring awake. The pair of lights moved and poked overhead looking down at the woman who sat herself at a table. She was...slightly familiar. Though Yawgmoth could not put a name to her face, scent or feel. Deciding it best to inquire about such things Yawgmoth's eyes vanished into the veil of black. Slowly down one of the central pillars in the middle of the room a thin like of black oil like liquid slithered down piling onto the floor at the base of the column. The liquid formed a deep large puddle before it began to stir like it was alive. Gathering onto itself the puddle stacked up and formed the silhouette of a man. The liquid figure slowly solidified into the form of Yawgmoth wearing his standard outfit. A long sleeve black button up shirt, loose fitting black pants and shiny black boots. The crimson gleam from his hues locked onto the woman and he began his approach.

Yawgmoth's attention however, was stolen by a new person entering the room. Since the woman was at least somewhat familiar, Yawgmoth decided it would be best to find more about the stranger. Stopping on a dime his head turned in the direction of the stranger who had just entered. He was rather unimpressive to Yawgmoth, not very large by any means. Kind of puny to be blunt. He did doubt that this was the case for the man seemed very, aged. Experienced as it were. Crimson eyes watched the man take a seat and relax somewhat. It was very clear that he was a traveler judging by his apparel. Deciding to play nice,...for now, Yawgmoth greeted him. "Greetings stranger. Welcome to the syndicate's bar. The drinks are free but it's self service. No barkeep." Yawgmoth stated relaxing back against the column crossing his huge arms over his great broad chest awaiting the strangers reply if he had one.

It was highly uncommon for anyone to stare Yawgmoth directly in the eyes. Most had an unconscious fear of him around here, the newer one's especially. This man seemed unafraid of him, perhaps his experiences were greater than his appearance told of. "Kurohito it is. No title attachment? No Lord or Mister either huh?" Yawgmoth questioned, but before allowing Kurohito the chance to respond Yawgmoth answered his question. "We are Lord Yawgmoth of Phyrexia. You may call us Yawgmoth. We do not require the title attachment but we do not allow strangers to call us any nicknames either. Fair enough?" Yawgmoth concluded. In the back of his mind Yawgmoth wondered if Kurohito would question his speech like most newer people did. Why Yawgmoth talked in plural pronouns instead of singulars.

Yawgmoth's left eyebrow arched at his friendly action of extending the hand for a handshake but took him up on the gesture and extending his large hand out he took a firm grip and shook Kurohito's hand. "Quite ironic you would ask that after meeting us. We are going to assume that you mean the people who are dangerous individuals. Well my friend you have just shook hands with the devil so to speak. We are generally considered the villain around these lands alongside our wife Crow who is highly regarded as the Dark Queen of the syndicate. Aside from the two of us there is only one other creature worth mentioning, his name is Aliator. He is our friend and rival but still at heart a villain like us. We do hope that doesn't disturb you to know that you're making friends with the bad guy." Yawgmoth finished, a small smirk crossing his face making the left side of his mouth open slightly.