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[color=92278f][b]"I have no idea, friend."[/b][/color] Zyrid replied, eyeing the wings of the creature he saw previously. The magic that pulsated within them was gentle but wild, untamed but none the less restrained. Though, it seemed their owner was some what of a drunkard.

[color=92278f][b]"Why? Do you need him?"[/b][/color] Zyrid could sense this one did not want to be within a galactic zip of the Lycan 'Clay', but he was curious as to the response he would receive. It was always funny to watch the minuscule responses to stress and anxiety in different species.

Looking away from the one sat alongside him, Zyrid tapped on the bar again, right on top of the scratched surfaced and addressed the lady behind the bar as he looked beyond the walls and people to the slight ebbing energy alone by a table.
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[b]"Any chance the owner has any Galactic nuisances?"[/b][/color]