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Abyssa poked her head in the inn's door. The place was pretty empty, but she didn't mind. So she stepped inside, and headed to the counter. Someone glanced up at her, and she gave them a friendly wave.
"Oh Rinni!" she called musically sitting down next to the man with blue hair, "Do you have any work for me?"

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As she listened to Zimmian's story, she couldn't help but to giggle, "I'm sorry. but sir, that's a little, um, crazy." She started to giggle again but covered it by pretending to clear her throat and then continued, "People exploding? That's not possible."

She turned to Peter with a big smile on her face, "What was that? A Delight? Just a couple minutes, sir, and I'll make some up fresh." She turned and walked back into the kitchen area. Loud crashes and clanks, along with a few strings of curses and squeaks.

Finally, after minutes of and epic struggle with ingredients and dish ware, she returns with the drink. She doesn't notice the note, but notices the man who ordered the drink not around, either. She shrugs and sets the cup on the bar. He'll be back or I'll drink it myself, she thought. Well, then again, I did make it...

She wiped a bit of sweat from her forehead as she approached Ronyo. She smiled crookedly as he stood in the door way, and looked him over. As he smiled and introduced himself, she grinned back.

"I'm Rinni Vahn," she declared as she shook his hand. "Have a seat, you're making me nervous." She motioned toward the tables inside with a twist of her hand.

She walked back into the kitchen for a moment, to clean up the rest of the mess she'd made earlier. When she returned, she noticed Peter sitting back at the tables, and she casually brought him the drink he had ordered. "Sorry about the wait," she said with a wink. She hoped it would taste okay....

She looked at Abyssa exasperatedly and glanced around the inn quickly. "Oh dearie, I could have lots of work for you." She walked behind the bar and produced an apron. She tossed it lightly at Abyssa. "Here. Put it on. You can help wait tables," she paused, thinking for a moment, "Or you can cook. Can you cook?" As she talked to Abyssa, she noticed Erde enter.

"Hold that thought," she said with a big smile. She approached Erde quickly, yet maintaining composure.

"G'day, miss," she smiled and looked out the window. "Lovely seat you picked. Anything you'd like?"

She drew in a deep breath of air, taking in the fresh scent of rain. Ah, the rain, so many bittersweet memories, she thought, almost sadly. She wouldn't let the memories of times past kill off her otherwise perky demeanor for the day. She continued to smile and nodded slightly to the woman, "Sure thing. If you want a little company, I'll be here...somewhere."

She crossed the room to Abyssa, nodding to other patrons on the way. She paused next to her and put her hands on her hips. "So, where were we? Oh, right, can you cook?" she talked as if she was holding back a fit of laughter, yet the smile on her face was a nervous one. She wished she'd known the previous cook was leaving since she wouldn't be listing "cooking" in her list of repertoire of skills. Sensing she might be too forward, she eased a little and dropped her hands to her sides, "Did ya mention a name? Sorry if you did. If you can't cook that's great too. There's always tables to attend to and cleaning."

Zimmian was torn. so many wasy to respond. the following are thigsn he could have done, what thigns he did do. just want to make that clear, kay?
ZIMMIAN DID NOT DO THE FOLLOWING
"Lady, I'm older than your entire species. I have seen things that turn to stone when in someones vision. things that can throw you through time with a touch. my mere existance wavers on the boarders of possibility by your definition. an arrow through the head, a blade at my throat, everything from my chest down missing wouldn't stop me from slaying a dragon and living to tell the tale. I have stepping into your world and now everything you think of as normal will shatter. do you still want proof? pull off my hood and see just what I am."
HE ALSO DID NOT DO THIS
Zimmian slipped some drakes blood into he drink while she spoke with another and waited for the shock and horror. the moment the liquid touched her mouth her eyes glowed bright orange and his pupils became slits. this lasted only a second, but in that second she saw the room filled, filled iwth every person who has ever, and will ever, enter. the second became days as her mind moved at the speed of though. she could tell just by looking at a person who they were, where they came from, what they ate last tuesday, when they would die, how they would die, what their parents looked like, what their grandparents looked like, how far back their family tree reached, when their race got its name, they very second their race would die, every signle detail just from apearance. answers formed in her head just as the questions did. pure, unblocked knowledge. and then teh second ended and she noticed the massive headache she had. Zimmian smiled under his hood and asked "do you believe me now?"

INSTEAD ZIMMIAN DID THIS
"Ma'am, some mages can turn lead into gold and extend their life tenfold. others can tell you everything I just did by looking at the sky for a week. I'm fairly certain that at one point a mage made a potion that granted intelegence at its finest, and later made a few items that produced this potion with ease. I'm also sure that a good mage can make someone explode." and he continued to drink from his cup.

“Advise along with food, couldn’t get much better,” Ronyo said to Rinni as she walked away.

Needless to say the peep talk didn’t allow Ronyo to focus his thoughts better. However it did give Ronyo the idea to simply ask the women. If she sent him away then that would be enough of an answer for him, and the council always needed some livingly up. Ronyo stood up and walked over to the women.

"If you don't mind a simple druid butting in, might I ask you where you came from, what your doing, and what you plan on doing? If I'm being to nosey I can leave."

Rinni's face twisted into what could almost be considered scowl as she listened to Zimmian speak. Her shoulders tensed and her eyes narrowed. She was showing physical signs that it was not sitting well with her. She looked down at the table while she formulated her thoughts.

"I can assure you that, as long as I have something to do about it, no one will be dying here. At least, not while I'm in charge," her voice started quiet and rose in volume as she spoke. She took a quick glance around to see if anyone was visibly disturbed or looking her way. She shook her head, almost in disbelief, then turned to look out the window. The rain had started to come down harder. Terrific sign, she thought bitterly.

"Zim, if I may," she started, then paused to turn back toward him, "I've seen many a strange thing in my short life, but I cannot believe that anyone's fate is pre-decided." She spoke quietly, in a near whisper. In leaned in towards him, placing her elbows on the table, and stared at him intently. "I don't know what you have to accomplish by telling me this, but some people would call this bad for business."

Zimmian chuckled "I'm not saying that fate is pre-decided. when drinking this miraculous potion i am gifted with knowledge beyond all else. I can know things by the simplest signs. the tiniest facial movements while one speaks will reveal everything they know and are thinking. the subtle patter of feet outside, and the specific clank of the armor, the way one walks, and even the air around us, it all tells me things when Drakes Blood is used. its not for the weak minded. but when I tell someone of what I have learned, or if they changed their mind on the fly, without warning or prior thought, thats what throws me off. I told you of things that would have otherwise happened, and now you have the potential to change them. nothing is set in stone, but rather in wax. it CAN be changed, but it isn't as easy as if it was never written to begin with. seers and prophits are proven wrong many times, usually because word of the future spreads to a vital person in this future, and they do something they shouldn;t have done, changing what should have happened. now then, you don;t want anyone to die in your inn, correct? very well then! I shall go off the path that I would have otherwise taken and wait outside for the assassin who wishes to kill me. but before I do, I give you a simple warning. people die. it happens. freinds, enemies, family, people you don't even know, just about everyone. they grow old, they die, and they rot in teh ground. or sometimes they get killed by other people. you cannot retreat into a shell when this happens. if its in the middle of a fight, you keep on fighting. if it happens because they were old, you mourn while you can but keep on living. death is rarely a good thing, but you cannot let it stop you, and you can seldom let it slow you. but hey, I'm just a heatless monster of a person who tends to scare people with possible futures." Zimmian stood up and walked out. on his wya out he paused at someone who walked in earlier, wearing fake even mail "you don't want to wear that armor on yoru way out, sir. theives would kill for elven mail, and can rarely tell if its fake."