Relaxation

It seems like only yesterday Damien was settling in and meeting towns folk in the new land, but corruption had began taking over so he was once again on his travels. A soft glow came from the distance when he reached the next town, lucky for him it wasn't to far to travel this time. His white jacket was open, letting the small breeze of his step catch it like a cape as it blew away from him. His black dress shirt had a few buttons undone underneath exposing his pale flesh and hints of scars. Black dress pants with the perfect crease down the legs, topped off with simple leather belt with a polished sliver buckle. His boots perfectly clean as if he hadn't traveled foot. It had been some time since Damien had fed, he didn't even get a chance in the last town before he took off without a trace. Glancing around he found a simple but sweet tavern filled with music and life that warmed him. He pulled open the large oak door like it was weightless as he made his entrance. His boots lightly tapping against the wooden floor as he made his way to the bar, trying to avoid most of the town people that glared at him as he came inside. His emerald eyes danced with mischief as he studied each one. Ignoring the best he could he slide swiftly on a stool and ordered a simple glass of blood red wine to hold him over till a better meal would offer itself. Relax into the warmth of the tavern, Damien removed his jacket laying it on the empty stool next to him. He long fingers ran though his deep shoulder length red hair, trying to push it from his face as he relaxed. He held his glass swirling the liquor inside as he listened to the local gossip.

She would walk in a flowing long white dress that fit her hour glass shaped body perfectly her long flowing white hair hangs over her shoulders with curls at the ends. She would look around feeling very shy because she did not know the way of this place she found it by accident and was walking into the next thing she knew. She would go and sit down at a table and rest and relax for a moment her feet hurt her as she would look around with her rich black eyes shinning like two stars in the night sky. She would sit there and look at the room wondering where she is at now.

Having provided the blood wine to the new individual he looked around he leaned over to the man with the very fine linen and asked, "I have exquisite blood liquors and can provide rare quality meats and such. The blood would simply be divine for a man of your finely accrued tastes." He looked at the man and smiled hoping that the offer would at least be considered. He saw the lovely woman with a beautiful while dress and white hair come in. He wanted to greet everyone, "Hello milady! Is there anything you need? We have fine liquors and non alcoholic drinks; also we have rooms available and exquisite food choices. If it exists in Demigora; we have it." He smiled politely and went between the gent next to him and the new lady hoping that they would find it pleasant enough to order something.

Damien tasted his wine, a lit bitter taste followed behind it as he swallowed it down, "I much prefer a .." it took him a moment to search through the English words, his hand gesturing as if he was searching them in the air above his head "Ah, a "fresher" wine, still warm and pulsing" he teased lightly. He didn't have to turn his head to since the woman enter, a perfect prey he thought to himself but how rude would it have been to left the gentleman who would notice his needs. "Yes, if you don't mind, my glass is empty I could use a refill of these exquisite blood liquors you speak of".

He had sensed something reminiscent of the divine. He had smelled it on the man 'Wraith.' He looked at the woman speaking to him. It was coming from her. He decided to test his powers and senses. He activated his power Inner Sight' and directed it toward the woman. This enabled him to see her 'divine light', which in turn allowed him to see her as the Goddess she was. To show the needed token of alms to her he decided to grant her request and then some. Szalor quickly took out a bowl and an emerald glass meant for wine drinking. The glass, though emerald in body, had sapphire studs in the base and in the center of the base was an opal. The opal itself would provide a kaleidoscope effect within her drink. The bowl was made of a sanded onyx; that was a smooth as a babies butt. The bowl itself had jutted sides to allow foods in them making the bowl, dual purpose. He took out a purple bottle and poured the liquid into the bowl. The reflectionary bowl allowed the light from the outside coming in through the windows to hit it. The light would then continuously bounce off the sides of the bowl. This gave the drink Ambrosia the look of luminescence, essentially a holy or majestic glow. In other words, the drink looked like pure light shining out of the bottom of the bowl. He poured the drink Ambrosia into the emerald wine glass and the opal in the bottom came to life. The color scheme stretched within the drink and gave a series of different colors through the liquid. Someone could quite enjoy themselves while drinking the immaculate substance and looking into the liquid while do it. He placed the finest white grapes that he had in the bowl juts. He had pulled them from a magically frozen container that provided just enough 'refrigeration' to the foods inside. He needed such things to keep certain foods from spoiling. He carefully brought the bowl and glass over smiling to the beautiful woman. In an attempt to surprise her; he activated all of his psionic presence and spoke to her, "اپ یہاں خوبصورت دیوی, مجھے خوشی ہے کہ اپ کے منتخب میرے قیام کے لئے اپ کو ارام اور خوشی ہوئی. اپ خود سے لطف و کرم اور میری ہے اگر اپ کسی چیز کی ضرورت ہے." (Here you are beautiful goddess; I am pleased that you have chosen my establishment for you rest and pleasure. Enjoy your self and please let my know if there is anything you need) These words came out as almost light and were only recognizable by the woman in front of him. He smiled to her and hoped to not only surprise her, but impress her as well. In common, however, he merely waved his hand and said, "Do not worry dearest Goddess; it is on the house as a token of respect and awe." He continued to smile at her as he waited to see if she was pleased with his performance. Then he had a delightful idea. He needed to impress both of his new customers, he thought. So he said to the lady Goddess, "I want to do something for ma'am that I hope you will enjoy."

He walked over to the bar finally acknowledging the order with a smile and said to the man, "Coming right up." The Psion knew that he needed to impress the man. He smiled and rolled up his sleeve. Szalor reached under the counter and pulled out a decent size shot glass that holds approximately 10 fl. oz. His hands began to work. He grabbed a bottle off the shelf and spun it from his wrist to his elbow. He then flipped it up into the air grabbing it quickly and uncorking it. This was the beginning by pouring in 1 fl. oz. of Drow Spider Rum. He kicked a bottle that was just slightly off the bottom shelf up into the air. Quite literally there was half of a bottle off the shelf almost ready to fall if it hadn't been stabilized by the drink content in it. The bottle from the force went vertical into the air, not spinning just straight, and over the Psion's head. Having placed the Drow Spider Rum bottle down on the counter spinning; he caught the new bottle going over his head and uncorked that one pouring in the liquid. This liquid was a crimson color and the bottle was not marked. However, to the Psion it was a Female Virgin Blood Wine one of his best sellers and he poured 6 fl oz. He placed that bottle down spinning on the counter next to the Spider Rum. For the third and forth bottles he pulled them out and with one hand each he spun the bottles on the tops of his hands. He stop and placed one spinning bottle on the counter still spinning and the other bottle he poured into the mix. This bottle was a Ebberonian Tequila mix, a cross between Earth Tequila Gold and Rokugan's Fine Sake made by Mukune. This made up 2 fl. oz. of the entire mixture and helped literally 'heat' the drink. He placed the Ebberonian bottle on the table spinning at a much lower rate then the rest of the bottles had been going. Last, but not least, the tender took the last spinning bottle on the counter and poured that into the cup to give it flavor. This drink was also a combo made up of a sifted demonic blood (the acidic content was sifted out Only the heating element remained) and fae wine (made by Cormanther Elves) to provide that magical, mystical feeling. This addition also gave an air of tastefulness to the drink. The drink now would have a bubbling effect to it. The drink also was heated (with a warm and pulsing feeling; as much as could be created by mixing drinks anyway) and quite delicious to anyone's standards, those in whom could stand alcohol. The final bottle, like the others, were corked and it was spun next to the last bottle. The tender looked at the fine gentleman across and scooted the glass over to him, smiling. A small chuckle escaped his lips and he nodded to the man. He decided to be fair to him, since this drink had never been tested. He looked at the man and said, "Go ahead sir, a test of the liquor's quality and it is on the house. If the taste you like it; you can name it." A small challenge to take the drink was hidden in the words of the tender who was smiling at the gentleman. A very strange thing happened when the tender, Szalor, stopped talking. Right after the last word was spoken the bottles stopped spinning and the bottle neck heads were all facing the man with the new concoction in front of him. The only thing the tender could do was smile.

Damien watched the show with great interested "Well don't you just have a talent" he said as he laughed lightly. He took the glass in his hand delicately, passed it under his nose taking in it sweet fragrance before taking a sip. "That's just delightful good sir. Close to the real deal" he smirked. "As much as I enjoyed your show there's no need to impress me with anything, though I'm such the lady you have been watching enjoyed it." Damien gave his full smile, flashing his pearl fangs, in the exact moment a wine bottle on the shelf behind the man shattered. Damien finished his drink and left the man a wealthy tip "Sorry good sir, I did not mean to break glass, but that should cover my damages". Damien grabbed his coat from the seat sliding it on with ease as he went for the exit. Damien made a detour to the mysterious woman's table, he leaned over careful not to have his body touching hers but his fingers lightly brushed the hair from her face to expose her ear. He whispered just enough for her to hear him, his voice smooth against her skin as he spoke "Meet me later.". Without another word or any other interruptions, Damien exited the tavern, but with the intentions to return again soon enough.

After successfully catching the thief, Maya decided she deserved for a nice treat. She always treats herself well with something nice after each success, which happens quite often. Maya came this tavern long ago, and was quite unnoticed. A doppelgänger can always slip in when no one sees. And so she did. Maya was in this tavern already before it everyone began to gather. She had some amusement watching as the silly bartender had been trying to impress everyone with his skills. What a stupidity it was to her opinion. Peope comes here not for the spectacular shows. They just comes to get a drink, food or possibly a room and wants mostly to see people who natural as they are. Not so falsely pleasant and flirty show off. What a damn show off you are, Szalor... she muttered to herself as she comes out from the shadows and passes Damian as he attempts to walk away. Her grey eyes locking upon his for a brief moment holding like the magnet before he walked off and then briefly nodding to the elven goddess she took finally took a seat at the counter. The only normal one is Joyce an sadly as I see she's not here yet.. she said and locked her eyes upon Szalor. Dragon's Blood, please, if you will be able to mix it as she does.

At the moment the Maya said that to the Szalorian illusion; the illusion disappeared. The smiling man vanished like a cough spray and then there was nothing. For Szalor had lost his breath of life and could not sustain it from the loss of power. So the world would have to deal without the man who could indeed make a most perfect Dragon's Blood. Through the tears that would run only one had come from him. The tear had run for Joyce whom had gone to save him. The resident Psionic had done all he could and now realized even on his travel path in Hell that...... he needed more help at the tavern. The soul had left the body and the tavern was empty of help. May the Gods help those that would attempt to rob the tavern for traps had been set, the deadly kind. As a small gift, however, in anticipation of the arrival of another customer of the best seller; a small bottle sat and was marked 'Dragon's Blood.' He had never wanted his customers to be without and perhaps it was the way of the things that his internal precognition would be working overtime. He wanted his customers to be as happy with him, as Joyce was when he held her in his arms. The beauty foretold by Joyce was just another page in his wonderful book and the fact that she was his heroine made him love her more. So Maya and company were left alone in the tavern with the body of Szalor and Joyce down the hall. Even the newest worker, Akahana, would sit and watch over the lover's bodies.

Before stepping out of the tavern, a strange woman caught his eye. It was only a brief moment but in that he was sure she would understand him more than most. He gave a small grin then vanished outside, why use a door when you can simply disappear on command. Outside he came up behind the Elven goddess almost like she was prey but remained a good boy and simple touched a few strands of her hair. His voice deep and eyes glinting with wonder "Shall we go somewhere more private then? I'm sure you know the area better than I."

"I don't know this place very well but I am sure that we can mange to find a nice quite spot to talk about what is on your mind...that I am sure of. There are lots of places to go including back in the tavern where I can get a room or there is a park I believe that is just down the road a tad that has nice secluded spots."

-She not sure of his true intent she would lead him down the path way to the park unaware of what he could be planing she however was planing something different altogether as it was. She is planing to go for a nice long walk with him and get to know him and see where things will go. But something told her that he wants a more private area to talk.-

Behind the bar, quietly wiping the counter, Silver smiles at the patrons. She was just helping a friend out while he was out and was ready for anyone's orders. With her elven ears, her hearing is quite good and when she hears mention of possibly a quieter place she can't resist but to offer one of the rooms that is more secluded. Looking at Lilly, Silver softly tells her of a beautiful spot. "M'lady, as I was discovering the tavern more closely, I have found a small corridor where the room is round, as a turret is in a castle. It is further from the other rooms so that no one can hear your talk and you will not be bothered by others, such as the babies crying at odd hours of the night. There is also a lovely garden of roses and moon flowers that are in full bloom now that it is night time. My favorite part about the garden is that there is a gazeebo in the center of it, perfect for when the seduction of the rain calls you out but you don't want to be soaked. That is when the smells of the earth is sweet and strong as the rain brings new life." Her lavender smile as they move over to Damien, then back to Lilly.

She would turn and look at the women talking to her she would give a very soft smile to her as she spoke to her in a very polite and noble tone and respect to her.

" Thank you miss I greatly appreciate your help very much and knowledge of this place. the garden sounds like a very nice place to go and visit with the flowers in bloom now. Again madam I thank you for your help."

She would look to Damien for his answer of approval as she would turn to head to the gardens instead a place that would be nice to look at in her own mind and to relax and enjoy the company of her male friend.

She blinked some at the bartender who simply...disappeared and after a moment of staring at empty space, Maya noticed a bottle of already her desired mixed drink. A smirk came over her lips. Fingers wrapped around the bottle and she sipped on the drink testing it. Her face was washed over of great pleasure as she found the drink to be flawlessly mixed. When a new bartender came over, she would slide a few coins for the bottle and keep listening to the naive elf who thought Damian might be kind. Oh if she would know how she was very wrong. I would not go with a stranger into a place where no one can hear you, miss. What if he's a murderous maniac? Maya smirked. Her grey eyes flashing a sparkle of a mischief. As if she would know something Lilly does not know. But hell, boy did she know.

Smiling, Silver takes the coins and give Maya her drink. Her movements were quick and she worked on serving as best she could. She resumes to cleaning up the bar and sits to rest as no one else has ordered any more drinks. Her small lips formed a smile as it felt nice to be around people for a short while. She watches the room contently, but feels something warm on her neck. She reaches up and places her left hand on the back of her neck. The mark was acting up again. Drat! Why couldn't it wait out just a little more? She stood up and hurridly went back to cleaning to keep her mind off the mark and its heat. She only hoped that the blue hue would stay to a minimum this time.