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"This place is much quieter than it used to be."

He ran to her furiously wagging his tail and sniffing her.

Shadowed by the flickering candles, a figure barely visible sits in the far corner of the common room, dark eyes scan the room slowly. Now and then returning to stare at the couple. The gaze did not seem hostile, but not did it seem friendly. Merely watching, observing.

He spoke into Tamaran's mind "just in case, that's a fight you don't want to pick. Welcome to Trixie's."

The strangers eye sought out the source of the voice before speaking to mathius "my coin, my business, my past. Don't meddle"

Glancing up, she started a bit at the sight of the stranger, but the only hint of that is her voice slightly higher in pitch "...dear..why don't we retire to our rooms...I do find myself weary from traveling" she makes a point to not look in the strangers general direction

Picking up the tension between the four, merith busied herself by doing some general cleaning. Keeping close to the entrance of the back room just in case

"You are in my place of business. I own this place."

He took her by her hand and led her to to their room. As he did, his gaze met the stranger's "a picture would last longer"

"Relax young'un. Your bar will remain safe, I carry no physical weapons" his gaze hardens hearing what thyra had said. "I am simply here to reclaim my property"

She placed a hand on dreals shoulder with a quick shake of her head

A smirk played at the corners of the strangers mouth "cocky little fella...and a thief at that....where I'm from" he stands slowly " thief's loose a hand"

Sighs but tries to diffuse the situation "so I got some new brews back here if anyone is interested, my own stuff I make...." Her tone was desperate, she could sense the tension rising

"Hrrrm hudda." [translation: "I'm interested"]

"Oh! Been a while since I've seen you around" she pulls up a large sealed jar with what looks like yellow tinted water and pours out a small amount into a glass before sliding it to pyro. "Your the first to try it"

Pyro produces a straw, which they place into the glass. They place the other end of the straw against the grill of their gas mask, and slurp up the drink. After emptying the glass, Pyro tilts their head sideways as they process the flavour, before giving a thumbs-up to Merith. "Exfellend."

she blinks at pyro "annnd you just...drank that...through a mask...ok...uh...you know what I'm not gonna question that, enjoy the booze"

He shot a look over at the stranger and gazed back at the weapons box.

"Captain Aphael......take it easy. No fighting in the bar. Remember? Drael can take care of himself"

He started walking towards the newcomer as he untied and removed his apron and tossed it aside "you. Thyra was no longer yours the moment you began abusing her. She escaped you with HER child. She now hasxmy brother, and my brother has her. We do not allow fighting here, and you are outmatched and outnumbered, but if you insist, as the proprietor of this fine establishment, I will be happy to oblige you"

His tone was uncharacteristically cold and sinister as opposed to the composed, warm and charming air he usually exuded.

"Oh I did not come to cause a scene here, mearly to....talk. of something that is of no concern of yours or your...brothers. and you fail to see that the laws of my world are different, what you might call...abuse" he spits the word out "is simply proper discipline"