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"Yes, you have told me that.." Heyen said, wiping at some of the empty tables. The floor was getting dirty with leftovers and some spilled drinks. Maybe he should think of hiring other workers. Dragon's Rest was always hiring but there was a lack of employees. Not to mention there other places in Sanctum are under construction so they were bound to hire as well. Their pay always went to their bracelets, and it was almost automatic. All Heyen really had to do was type in the hours worked and their pay and the finance would be funded automatically. Good thing since Heyen was not a business man.

"What differs between the both of you exactly?" Heyen asked, using a tray to pick up plates and cups.

Nate looked down at the nymph, and he just smiled to reassure her. "Well, it wouldn't be a problem. There's no way I would give up on you and I promise you I will help you with your powers. You're still growing so it's just about the time that someone helps you. And that person will be me." He stated with a reassuring smile.

The Skyway accelerated for a brief moment before coming to an abrubt stop. When the doors opened they were greeted with the wide greeny scenery of West Sanctum's Park. Nate walked out first and waited for Misora to join him. "But for tonight we only have an hour or less. I promised Mitsuki to take you home before it gets too late."

"If all of nature's beauty were as lovely as you I would not blame him; I would quickly get down on my knees and kiss your feet just for the chance to be next to you." Even though it was supposed to be a romantic cliche Heyen threw his head back in laughter. Some of the girls seemed to have thrown him some remarks about not speaking in such ways but it was part of his flirtatious nature and it often came in first nature.

"But I believe she'll be in good hands if Nate is educating him. It isn't well known but he's had good students in the past.." His voice suddenly changed. Both of his eyes lost the life he had before as he looked at one of the tables. "..Some good, some bad.." He muttered, breaking into another smile. "But he is a good teacher. If anything one of the best that Sanctum can offer."

Fuyuki entered quietly and pushed up his glasses. For a bar it wasn't bad. He recognized Mitsuki as his neighbor, but decided to not make contact. Recognizing Nate, he decided it would be better to get a booth and act scarce. He didn't want to be caught drinking and smoking when he should have been picking up Haruki. It was close to impossible that Nate should know that, but it made Fuyuki shiver with shame.

He was glad when they had left, but the feeling of shame still lingered.

Mitsuki laughed at Heyens remarks. "Hmm, I didn't even noice him. I know that he has a younger brother too that he watches and takes care of, but thats all. She thought picking up the two trays with a cheerful smile. She went to Fuyuki's booth, "He won't stop until you go up there. Oh and I hope Haruki is doing well. She said before moving on to a different table and givin out their orders. She took another tables order still with a cheerful smile.

Mitsuki say an unfamilar face enter the tavern. He looked armed to the teeth with daggers and swords. It reminded her of military school. She saw him laughing as he read the paper and thought it'd be a good time to take his order. She went to the counter and grabbed a menu after placing her trays down and went to the drow. She'd heard bad things about them but they couldn't be all that bad.

Mitsuki smiled cheerfully at the drow and handed him a menu, "Good evening. Welcome to the dragon's nest. Your a new face around here. I'm Mitsuki and I'll be your waitress. When you need anything to eat or drink just call out and I'll be over here soon. Is there anything I can start you out on?" She asked.

Mitsuki scowled at the drow. "Who the hell are you calling a faerie?" She asked. At her and her mothers 3 month stay at a smaller town the other kids had taunted her calling her a faeire. Thats when her martial arts training began, less than a year later she was accepted into military school. In the mean time though she was often picked on. Being called a faerie still riles her, its a reminder of a time before she could defend herself.

Drathir Lac'nala
Those most powerful in my city,
Spend their days watching over their shoulders.

Looking up at the elf once more he smirked as he began to drum his fingers on the table. “I believe I did you little faerie ********.” He spoke as he again motioned with his gauntlet for her to leave. “Now, be a good little wench and bring me my order. That is unless it was to complex for your little brain to handle.” As he spoke this time he leaned back, his feet coming up to slam down onto the table. “Regardless, I will repeat it for you. I would like it if you went away you goddamn faerie” Unlike before, this time he added extra emphasis onto the last word, drawing it out longer than before.

His eyes then scanned the tavern, he made out two other figures, one of which was partly hidden in a booth off in the corner. The other, stood near the counter. The one behind the counter had a sort of feel to him that the drow could only roughly place. He had encounter people that felt that way before, but he couldn't recall where. Something to do with sexuality I think. Whatever, Faerie first, then the old man. he thought to himself as he looked back up at the elf.

Drathir Lac'nala
Those most powerful in my city,
Spend their days watching over their shoulders.

Growling loudly the drows right hand, the gauntlet one grabbed hold of the arm that was holding onto the dagger, his dagger, that was at his throat. “I suggest you move this hand unless you want it to be on tomorrows menu.” He spoke, digging his clawed fingers into her flesh to add seriousness to his threat. “Though, knowing you and your sick, twisted, deprived kind... you'd enjoy that.” Digging his fingers into the wounds a little harder he began to twist them ever so slightly.

With a laugh he smirked and tapped his other hand onto the table. “And my eyes are better than yours. So don't be playing stupid you stupid faerie wench.” Laughing he began to stand up, forcing the arm she was holding the dagger against his neck to rise as he did, which also caused his clawed hands to dig in once more. Although in doing so the dagger drew a little more across his neck.