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"Pinta?" Bellamin turned around and another shiver crawls up his spine. "Um. Oh Pinta! What a wonderfully, er, unique horse." It would be here somebody would insert a comically oversized sweatdrop, Bellamin thought.

What a weird thought. He though at himself.

"Ummm..." His discomfort among the bipedal undead was always a recurring factor with his failure to learn necromancy. But whether his chills were from premonition, actual knowledge, or simply bad experience with crossed arms and creepy auras, he'd never know.

"Tell me! Whatever brings you to this little tavern on this little side of town? Isn't it not safe for somebody as young as you to be out at this place? Are you meeting someobdy here?"

Bellamin smirked his usual condesending headstrong smile. But underneath the bravado, he had a hard time explaining why he was afraid of this pale girl who seemed shorter, younger, and less armed than him.

He twitches slightly and all the things on his belt clink around like a windchime.

Inside the tavern, some chatter starts to happen with some people sitting at a table in a corner. The chatter, though, couldn't be distingushed from who it was coming from, it just was random talking that filled the empty air. (pink is a female talking, blue is a male talking. There are more than just two people, there are a total of 5 people talking- 2 males, 3 females. Though, by their voices, it's impossible to identify which voice is coming from which male because of the distance from the group and because of the unimportant chatter going on throughout the tavern.)

"Yo, did you heard about the recent killing?"

"The assassin again?"

"From what I heard, yes. The perfect assassin, I've heard. Can't be touched."

"I bet I could touch him."

"Ya right, without losing which finger?"

"Everyone except her pinky, of course. Oh, and her ring finger"

"Have you heard about the new list of killing targets?"

"Ya, I heard people are actually putting names on it to make sure that it doesn't try to come after them."

"It? Isn't the assassin a person?"

"Yes, duh. But what gender, we don't know. Nobody has lived to tell the tale of seeing 'it'"

"Even the bartender has put a name on the list, I heard, to keep trouble away from this place"


"HEY! DON'T SAY THAT! GET OUT!!!" The bartender screamed into the air as he was walking towards the mob of people talking, but unsure of who said it.

The room went silent after his outburst. The bartender, then, immediately went back into the cellar to get himself a cold cup of some alcohol beverage. Of course, he didn't forget to put the beverage on his 'best friend's' tab before he went downstairs; the beverage was pretty expensive.


"Stupid bartender, doesn't want this tavern to get a good show for its paying customers. Whatever. He's just trying to protect his own behind."

"Yup, probably. He's already trying to protect his own behind by putting the name of the person he wanted to get put on the list with some money."

"Who is the person?"

"A mage, or a warrior, I think? Something of both? It's...

"...best not to say it here, you never know who's around and wants to kill you for saying something wrong. There is a rumor, actually, that there are about three to four assassins floating around, all hunting their prey. Boy...this town hasn't seen this much action since the dragon on top of the tavern."

"And that big huge thing in town square.

"True, that too."

"We have no idea who it is..." One of the females, one with long, wavy blond hair and brown eyes said.

"...all we know are just rumors."One of the males said, interupting the female during her talking. "But I wouldn't start going around and asking everyone who this person is, you don't want to be put on that list yourself if you're not already"

As heat rises up from the road Singonate finds himself outside of a tavern. He looks upon the building carefully noting is construction. As he proceeds towards the door he checks his gauntlets, the rest of his rag tag armor, and then finally his small collection of coins. "just enough for a drink" he thought to himself".

As he proceeded into the bar he gives a slight glance to most of the bar patrons. He could feel some of them staring him down. He gestured his hand towards his bladed gauntlets to make them tight. As Singonate finds a seat at the bar he looks to the left, and then the right, and back to the front. "Hmm.... wonder what all the noise is about" he thought as he looked for the barkeep.

A loud thunderous roar rushes past the windows of the tavern, blasting the glass inwards on the patrons before dying down to just the wind. After a moment the door falls off its hinges and standing there is 4 Co. beside him hovered the trusty gravity sword.

He HE HE! YOU FARTED!

4 Co. entered the tavern and gazed longingly at the chairs. "No it is too soon to love again." He said before turning his gaze to the bartender with a dead eye stare.

The gravity sword impaled itself in the bar with a loud thud that shook the buildings framework.

I think I'm pregnant, with cookies!

Mitzka observes all this quietly from her barstool at the bar. She had yet to in her many nights of visiting order an actual drink. She just came in to people watch, and strangely, no one ever bothered her. She did her best to hide her interest in the matter, but secretly obverses everything that was going on. She had met the one known as Bellamin a few days before and had struck her as a rather odd little man. She did not know what to make of the little clock work girl, but the sword mage had made a comment about an interest in that sort of thing. ugh, Its almost as bad my brother with his plant girl creations. Mitzka decided to stay out of it, at least for now. It had taken the Myir 20 years to forget about the misdeeds of her past. She wasnt aobut to give them reason to remember them again.