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Yawgmoth scoffed "No thank you. We have a bad taste in our mouths where it concerns elves. Despite their supposed noble and wise nature they really are nothing but back stabbing thieves. The elves we have encountered thus far anyhow." Yawgmoth finished with a grumpy look upon his face. Of course he had probably not met any elves that Ziven had met since Yawgmoth knew nothing of the land she spoke of coming from. It was possible it was one of the few places left in this Earth that he had not paid visit to. Yawgmoth's body sunk back into the darkness, a slither trail of black liquid raced down a column forming up the puddle, then the liquid silhouette of him, then finally solidifying into Yawgmoth again. He did not feel like just jumping down since that would cause a lot of noise and unnecessary bullshit from others if he were to break the floor and cause a rumble this late at night.

Yawgmoth scoffed again "Let one of our Phyrexian's stab you in the back of the head with a powerstone to weaken you and then sell you off into slavery until you're rescued. See if you trust Phyrexians again." Yawgmoth replied. The thought of what that particular race of elves had done made Yawgmoth smile though. As soon as Gix arrived and freed him by taking out the shard of the stone that was lodged in his brain Yawgmoth butchered his slave captors in ways unfit to describe with words. It was glorious. Blinking out of his flashback in thought Yawgmoth shrugged. "We are at best ok. We are neither happy, angry, sad or otherwise."

"We are judged by our past even though we no longer commit such acts of war any longer. If we can be so judged as to not be given the chance to show that we are no longer that bloodthirsty then we can also judge so races that have crossed us in such a back handed manner. We have fought with goblins, orcs, ogres, humans, and demonic monstrosities but none of them were as underhanded enough to pull what those elves did. They all met us on the battle field. The big surprise on that list is humans, we have always thought them far inferior to everything and yet even they were brave enough not to try underhanded guerrilla tactics." Yawgmoth proclaimed. Only the elves of skyshroud had crossed him so. Of course, other races had tried these underhanded things too, elves were just the most well known about the universe.

Fox walks in driping wet from the hot springs. He looked like he was siting at the bottom of the water all night. Skin raised from the amount of water that filled his cells. His hair pulled back in a but for a item being with his shirt sling over his right shoulder , boots tied together lieing on to of that. Seing what was going on in this place, he saw "Her" with that he let out a sigh and just headed past her and flopped in to his large red high back chair. A he was there he threw his pance next to the firs so they could dry.

With his entrance in to this room, the shadows became thicker and almost violent, hands starting to form from teh thick mist that you could almost tuch with its entensaty

Ziven simply nodded and laughed also. "How true. Just then, you sound like Ali. Blunt truth, take it or leave it." she sighed, looking at her empty glass again for a moment. Setting it down with a rather loud clunk, her head soon made the same sound against the surface of the bar as she leaned herself against it. She then pulled her arms under herself, resting her chin on her forearms as they crossed one over the other, blue eyes staring without focus at Yawgmoth's abdomen since he happened to be sitting across from her still. It became clear that the effects of the alcohol were setting in which compounded on her current state of mind. "Logic is illogical."

He got up from his chair letting his hair down and shacking it for a moment then he started across the bar. Stepping across this hard wood floor leaving little potles of water behind him. As he walked passed Ziven he eyed her both in a angered way and almost a lustful way. He headed behind the bar for a drink, for once he did not have to strep on tot he bar to get it. For he was in his older form and was not as short as he once was .

Fox fell as he did not judge his steps right as eh was walking threw her open legs trying to get his water. Falling down on top of her as light as he could with his chest pressed agents hers looking in to her face almost in a shocked maner from his fall. This was a axodent for once , he was not trying to touch her and there he did.

"There is no need to say you are sorry. " He said as he looked in to her eyes not trying to get up almost like he liked being there. His tail wrapped its self around her right leg. as the tip of it ran up and down her lower leg softly.