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Myia growled under her breath. "I make sure be be aware of my surroundings and sense I don't like alcohol I make sure I can tell who has drank and who has not." She clinched her fist. "I will not drink such a thing." She frowned. 'Plus. Last and first time I drank I found out I was a light weight...' "The stuff tastes horrible." Myia bit her tongue to keep herself from cussing. She turned away and went back to her water. She picked up the glass and held it as if it was and alcoholic drink. She had picked it up from her mother and father. She took a good drink of the water and sat it down on the table.

A surprisingly well dressed blue skinned man would emerge from his room, yawning heartily. He would stop a moment, scanning over the room and it's contents, a smile constantly in place upon his lips. ''I assume it's past closing time?'' He asks the barmaid, then without waiting for a response follows it up with ''Good. Would it be possible to get a drink? One of your finer ales, please.'' He asks, that smile ever present.

"Sorry no more drinks will be served for tonight, now if you could all drink up and head to your rooms." The waitress said. She was a fine looking young lass, but the tiredness that was painted all over her pretty face, did make her seem less attractive at the moment. She walked over to Draxis and handed him a key. "Now you all handsome looking man" she said, her words filled with sarcasm "I didn't get that silver coin I need, so if you want to stay here for the night, now is the chance to pay up, cause I'm going home in just a few minutes". She held her hand towards Draxis, waiting to be paid, while holding the key in her other hand.

He watched as Myia spilled drink on herself, chuckling softly. "Not the first time I've got a lass wet, certainly won't be the last." Draxis flicked up the coin, walking up to the man at the counter, noticing his pointed ears. An elf of some sort, but certainly not wood. Curious, he thought to himself, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Not to worry my exotic friend, you're welcome to join me in my room. I've got a cannister of a droll little drink known by previous...acquaintances as The Decay. Guarentee you'll never have had anything as potent as it before." He turned away, moving up the stairs, before spinning on his heels and pointing at the Myia. "You're welcome to join us up there too, twinke toes. I've got some spare robes you're welcome to clean yourself up with."

The waitress took the coin, gave Draxis the key and left the room. "Goodnight everyone, I hope you'll have a pleasant stay" she said. It didn't require much knowledge of human psychology, to hear that the words was merely a part of her job, and that she didn't care for much else than to get off work.

"I'll give it a taste then lad, if I'm not passed out on the floor in the next ten minutes I'll say your brew fails." Draxis gave a raucous laugh, stepping up the stairs, before giving a look behind. It was then he was aware of a man next to Myia, with a stance indicating anger. There was a savage look about him...it didn't seem like he wanted friendly banter. None of his problem though. The girl looked like she could handle herself. She was a potential lead regardless...as was Air'gen. Still, he was certain he could catch them in the morning.

Draxis searched, and found his room- a medium sized room with an ample bed and furnishings. He quickly took off his breastplate and gauntlets and spread himself out on a bed. It had been a while since he'd rested in one...He sat up, quickly emptying his few possesions- a small amount of coins, a flask, a large map, and a small calligraphy set, including tiny weights...His mind lingered on Myia. She had been quite odd with that bag, and so if he lost her now he might miss out on important information. Grabbing a single blade, Draxis moved back downstairs, throwing his room key to the elf. "Keep this safe mate, I've got something to take care of." Bounding down the stairs, he moved over to the table.
"Something wrong mate?"

He catches the key in one hand, raising his brow. ''If you insist.'' He shrugs, walking up the stairs. Whatever was going on was none of his business as far as he was concerned. He whistles softly to himself as he walks, hunting down the correct door and entering, leaving the door slightly ajar rather than closing it.

Myia put her head down and sighed. "Bloody hell." She sat back down trying to keep herself from crying. She placed her head on the table with a thud. 'What a bad night.' She looked up at a guy that was speaking to her. She frowned. "I only took half. I never take all of it." She said smirking. "You'll have to earn it back." She stuck out her tongue and then put it back in. She sat herself up and crossed her arms.