[@The Slenderman]

Titan looked up as a tinny clack resounded on a nearby window. His eyes moved to the direction, taking in the whole of the view it allowed. Up above was the swordsman. Why had the man followed Rafael? This confused him, but not as much as the squad of guards that were making fast to the tavern's door. Now what would they want with him? They had to have been informed of Titan's special status, his immunity in this and many regions well known. If they hoped to take him into custody, they were fools. Titan didn't suffer fools. He finished his drink and placed his napkin upon his plate, signaling to the waitress that he had finished.

He stood slowly as the tavern door was opened forcibly, banging against the wall and making many of the customers jump. He waited patiently for the guards to reveal their purpose.

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[@Ebil Bunny]

Dimitri chuckled at the small creature's gall. This was a well-known place for a bit of peace from the bustle of the busy city for these folk. The gnome was disturbing it, but respected Dimitri's policies and rules to make trouble. 

"I'm afraid they don't appreciate those that don't recognize that honey will attract more bees than salt. Wouldn't you say, sir?" Dimitri's tone was jesting and he pulled a small glass from under the counter. He poured out a slightly glowing liquid into the container, which surprised a few of the regulars at the counter. They didn't often see the magical drink in the establishment, but Dimitri was sure his new customer could handle its potent effects.

"Three fingers of Moon-beam. It's a faerie alcohol, made with berries, fermented honey, and a dash of their own magical hops and yeast. I hear magical folk such as you are quite fond of the drink." Dimitri slid the glass over to the gnome, keeping a firm grip. "One of my policies, money up front for new customers, sir. It deters drinking and dashing." His tone was still as polite as ever, but an undertone of steel brooked no argument. He gave a small smile to cut the bite from his demand.