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hmm. ragzir had a problem. in a better way, the charming princess had one too. "uhmmm, cant you cast a spell or something princessy to minimize it or to make it invisible?" ragzir asked sheepy.dang, he knew little about magic.

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"master, we are completely surrounded!" "excellent, that way we can attack to all directions!"

"Attention indeed it will, but the people in here ask few questions and know when to keep to there self." As Silo was talking a drunken man walked out of the tavern and fell to the ground laughing and mumbling about something. "I know the owner of this place and I should be able to get us a table in the back room away from everybody else." Silo said as he stepped over the now passed out man laying in front of the door way and into the old run down looking tavern.

After a couple of minuets Silo walked back out with a worried look on his face. "Seems that our little misunderstanding earlyer today has got us some unwanted attention and the city guards are on the look out for people meeting our descriptions. We can go into the tavern where I have got us a table in the back or to another place maybe one you three may know of a hiding place to lay low for a little while."

I don't like the way this is playing out Silo thought to him self just had to stop for few days to get the supplies and get out and back to the order, But I can't leave here now with out helping these people out of the city. What a fool he thought you are getting way to old to be getting involved in this kind of stuff again.
As the four of them stood there people where walking past lost in there busy lives with no idea that the strangers standing in front of the tavern where now wanted by the city guard.

Alexis had never been in such a tense situation, she had told her father not to send her. She wanted to carry on with her training but was told this would help her to 'grow' as a person. Anyway, no time to dwell, she had to make a decision.
"Well i don't know if i trust this friend of yours" she said to Silo "but i think i can trust you." she wasn't 100% sure she believed what she was saying but they had helped her so far. "but what about my staff? Perhaps you could use it as your staff?"

She was consious that her crew must be wondering where she was, as well as still needing to trade the crystal. "Ok lets go, i don't want to take too long"

"Yes I could do that." Silo said as he slammed his walking stick onto the ground making a loud thud sound then disappearing into thin air. "Quickly now as to not draw to much attention to our self's."

He looked over at Alexis and winked. As for the other two he did not quite know what to make of them the young man had yet to revel his name but was fast to help the elf woman when he did not even know her and the wolf-man well they where odd creatures to him at any rate not a bad bunch just odd. He could tell the young elf had some kind of magic training but was not fully developed yet.

Silo stood there waiting for the elf woman to hand him her staff cautious to take it as he could fell that it held great power he did not fully understand. But he did not want to draw to much attention to the elf woman as he was sure nobody would say anything to him in the tavern as he could confuse the simple minded drunks, but he was not to sure if she could do the same.

Right now he was thinking of that cool drink that had been eluding him today as well as his crew he was sure they where worried about the old man by now and it made him smile.

Alexis felt uneasy giving her staff away, she had been given it when she was thirteen summers old and had never been without it. As if knowingly the staff started glowing, "Don't worry you'll be with a friend" she whispered. She didn't know why she was talking to it, it felt right somehow. As she handed it over she felt a part of her leave.

"Lets hurry in before anything else happens, i really need a cold drink to settle my nerves"

Kethol just couldn't help but chuckle a bit when Silo mentioned the guards having descriptions of them. He had always tried to leave ports without a trace of his existence, but with that failed, he almost wanted to get caught to try his luck explaining the situation away. It wouldn't be the first time.

Before going into the tavern, he gave one last look towards the coast. Giving a futile attempt at finding his ship. If I needed to, I could probably get there and set sail before the guards could catch me...if it comes to that. Though, by now Mik got and divided the pay, so the crew would be spread throughout the port. This must have been fates way of keeping him with these people for whatever reason. Going in, he does his best to avoid stepping on drunks and their vomit on the ground. "This may not be the cleanest of places, but it probably won't be likely to be searched by the guards."

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As Silo lead the other three into the tavern the smell of stale beer and sweat hung heavy in the air it was dusty in there with about half a dozen tables spread out over the tavern with people seated at some of them talking and laughing loudly, as well as a door on the back wall that stood out but nobody else in the tavern seemed to notice it there where two window that looked as if they had not been cleaned in a very long time one on the far right wall and one behind the tavern counter, but there where ray's of light coming through them enough to let you see everything inside of the tavern.

The bar counter was on the left wall with a few stools there and people occupying them one had a person passed out in it head down on the counter. "This way." Silo said as he was greeted by a short fat man in his mid fifty’s "So they must be the ones you talked about huh Silo." The fat bar keep said looking them each up and down with a curious look on his face. "Well hurry up I got you a table in the back it's not much but it is the best I could do for an old friend." As he said that him and Silo traded glances at each other.

As they where being lead to the back to a table that was all by it's self by the old bar keep each one of them could fell a strange energy coming from the door on the back wall as if it did not belong in a old run down place like this almost like it had been waiting for the four of them.

The Order is not going to like this Silo thought to him self I am only suppose to use this place in emergency’s and certainly not let anybody else know about it. But I can not let the guards look on the ship and find what is on there that would be bad for me and the order. As well I cant let these people get caught they may tell the guards about me and I can’t have that he thought

Alexis was definitly not convinced this was such a good idea. As she stared around the pub whilst they were led to a table she couldn't help but feel nervous. This isn't anything like the inns back home she thought. It was as though all hope and happiness had been sucked out of this place and replaced it with a perfume comprising of urine, drink and damp. How this 'Silo' fellow felt comfortable here she couldn't fathom.

"What a...umm...nice...establishment you have here sir" she spoke to the keep, he looked dryly at her like he knew she didn't belong here. And how right he was.

She still felt uncomfortable without her staff, it was like her comfort blanket, she knew she was safe when she was holding it. Except she had hardly madea good impression so far. It's not like she wasn't trying, it was just keeping her strength and connection with the magic that was the hard part.

After arriving at the back table and taking there seat's Silo closed his eye's and began to chant in the language he had spoke in the alleyway and when he opened his eye's he smiled. "You can have your staff back now Alexis if you would like we are quite safe now I can assure you I have cast a spell of confusion around us so anybody that get's to close will forget why they came here in the first place. Well as long as they are not skilled in magic or have there wits about them. Magic is not all powerful you know."

Silo looked over at the door that was next to them now as if he was going to say something then changed his mind. The bar keep was still standing there rubbing his hands onto his shirt "What can I get you today." After a few moments pause "A pint of mead will do for me thank you Odes." Silo said looking away from the door and at the bar keep.

Kethol was beginning to have a very odd feeling about this place. This place began to look like a hell, one of the worst type of taverns there are, yet even he didn't feel uncomfortable in those places. This was...different. He couldn't put a finger on it, and that made it just that much worse. I don't like what I'm feeling, and I don't know what it is I AM feeling. Kethol was getting a bit more nervous, he didn't know much beyond these peoples names, and it felt like he was walking into a trap.

Kethol looked at the innkeeper, he didn't seem out of the ordinary. He had seen many look near enough like him. What was Silo walking them into? He couldn't help but grab the hilt of his rapier, it calmed him a bit knowing he could still defend himself. The odd looks from those sober enough to see he was gripping a weapon and the innkeeper made him flush a bit. Something was going on, and he could only be prepared so much for it.

He released his hold on his weapon before any more people get see. "I'll have what Silo's having." He takes a seat and tries to mentally calm himself, he never liked magic being used on or near him, but not much can be done about that now.

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