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Teranu walked into the bar, sword sheathed and tome in bag, yet holding several old parchments and scrolls under his left arm where he usually holds his Spellbook.
He wasn't alone, however, he was being followed by two rugged and unsightly thugs, much to his dismay, they had been harrasing him for the past hour, putting a large strain on his patience.
The odd star creature had changed now into some small scaly whisp which was as cute as it was energetic.
"I bet you're just scared, you little Puffy Mage, You're a coward just like all them mages!" the two thugs taunted.
One of them then took a stab at him with a dagger, but missed.Teranu turned around, with his eye twitching in agitation, he muttered,
"Okay, that's IT!"
He threw the scrolls and parchments to a vacant table nearby Yawgmoth, Ziven, and Flail, the scaly whisp chasing after them, Fire gathered in his palms, with a incantation pattern illuminating the ground beneath him, before they could even react he shot out six high-speed, white-hot fire missiles at them, three hit each, sending them flying out the doorway.
The Mana in the area settled again, Teranu sat down at the table at which his scrolls landed at perfectly, He was dissapointed that the exploration of the Necromancer's Cove was postponed, but now his primary interest was on the scaled whisp he'd managed to obtain.

"My apologies, I had no intention of harming anyone else, next time some thugs get me that agitated I'll freeze them or make them spontaneously combust, probably the former, fire doesn't mix too well with indoors" he replied calmly.
Teranu leaned over the table and began to study the scrolls, one of them being a demonology chart, and another being an extract of a large dragon encyclopedia, the scaly little whisp mimmicking his head movements.

"Still hating the draconids after all these years hmmm? Our methodology is so much different." Yawgmoth's voice rang as he appeared out of the shadows returning after having left with Ziven the night before. "We can't stand the pitiful creatures that crawl over this planet known as humans. But they're a fascinating tribe, so intent that they have a...good grip on things. That they can accomplish so much when really they are nothing more than food, fodder for the stronger beings like say...dragons." the dark tyrant mocked slightly laughing as he came into full view stepping into the light.

The titan's sinister smirk widened a little as the piller exploded and bits of rubble broke against his armor like skin. "Be that as it may, it does not change the fact that they are a weak and feeble species worthy of extermination by the more intelligent and more powerful beings. Try to deny it if you feel some strange attachment to them. But these are the same single minded beings who will cast you out for not being 'one of them'." he jeered chuckling slightly. Ali probably knew how racist and hateful humans could be though, probably better than Yawgmoth.

Again Ziven could be found hiding in the rafters, with hardly a sound to indicate she were there. Blue eyes darted about the room, looking from person to person, place to place, observing all as she listened calmly.

Soon enough Ryu's two soldiers would join him at his table, recovering from, a bit of drinking from last night. "I told you two not to get into too much drinking, we've still a fair deal of distance to cover before we're back home." He scolds his men.