[color=00a651]It seemed that some of the assistants had finally arrived at the Black Citadel, with those Norn animals, Doylaks. That would explain why it would have taken them such a long time to get to the Charr citadel. Feyra Acor had been standing at the meeting point for about two hours, and the assistants had shown up as if they were on time. According to Feyra Acor’s inner clock, they hadn’t reached it at time, they should have been there when she was there, but it seemed that these assistants had better things to do than getting the mission started. [color=fff200][i]‘An Elder Dragon doesn’t mean much to these humans it seems. Why do we even let them breath the same air as us? Even the Charrs are better company than these humans.’[/i][/color] She thought to herself. Feyra wasn’t known to be very happy for any of the ruling races, some even doubted that she liked her own Sylvari race, even though she was part of them, but she never really got into a deeper discussion about her homeland with anyone. Though now that the assistants were here, the weather had become worse, and even Feyra thought that it would be a bad idea to start the expedition now. The thunder was roaring over their heads and lightning strikes could be seen in the far distance, which meant that going on into hostile territory would be suicide with a weather like that on the rise. So instead of preparing to go out, she would have to find a place to sleep, but first, since the other agents of The Vigil and the Whispers hadn’t arrived yet, or at least hadn’t made their presence known, she would have to take charge of the assistants that had arrived. 

She walked over to the group and raised her voice [color=fff200]“Because of your delay, the weather has now turned to a threatening situation, and therefore we have to delay the expedition until tomorrow. No matter what the weather is like tomorrow, we will start the expedition. If any of you are not ready at six in the morning, you can consider yourself thrown out of the order you are representing.”[/color] She walked down the side of the assistants group to examine them, trying to get a grasp of what kind of equipment they had brought. [color=fff200]“Those that have travelled with Doylaks will have to figure out a way to carry their equipment on foot. We cannot lose more time because of thickheaded slow creatures that the Doylaks seems to be. Should you decide to take them with you and you cannot keep up with the rest of the expedition team, you will be left alone in the wilderness, which will mean death to some of you. But I will not sacrifice the future for a single life! If there is indeed an Elder Dragon on the rise, our duty to find it and take any defensive measurements will be first priority! If anyone disagrees with this, they are free to leave without being thrown out of their represented order, but I will need the names of those that leave, before midnight tonight!” [/color]she spoke with a harsh tone, clearly someone who was used to the battlefield and tough situations. Some of the assistants in the groups, probably the veteran assistants, would understand her way of speaking and her concerns, while some of the newer assistants might think she was being overly dramatic and acting more like a dictator-commander than someone who represented an Order. [color=fff200]“I am Feyra Acor, to those who should not know me. I represent the Durmand Priory. It seems the other agents are delayed as well, and therefore you all report to me. This means that the Whispers and Vigil assistants will come to me with names of those that won’t go on the expedition, before midnight, if there are any. Should their agent have arrived before that, they will report to those. I will be staying at Serrated Blade Tavern. The rest of you will have to find another place to stay for the night. You are all dismissed.”[/color] She didn’t care who was in charge of the group, or who was talking with who, she had said what she had on her mind, and that was enough for her. Even though she had wanted to keep a low profile, it had annoyed her that they had been delayed, and that meant she had had to go through her speech here. 

She then turned around, her leaf skirt swaying nicely, and almost showing just the bottom of her rear, though not because the skirt was short, since it was knee-length, but because that the sway from turning around combined with the stormy weather that had appeared, made her skirt fly up a bit higher than it normally would have. She didn’t notice it herself though, so she just kept walking away from the group after that, towards the Serrated Blade Tavern, even though she would have preferred if the Charrs had had a better place for someone to sleep in. It wasn’t like the Charrs were great at making new houses and luxury beddings, they were more interested in their war machines and fighting the ghosts of Ascalon than making their own homes comfortable, which was understandable to a point. But Feyra Acor was used to a certain standard from the Durmand Priory, and she still had to accept that even though the Serrated Blade Tavern were seen as a luxury tavern, it still wasn’t luxury in Feyra’s head. Though when all was said and done, it was the best choice out of all the taverns and inns that were in the Black Citadel, so she had to stay satisfied with the options that she was given. 

She found it easily and walked inside. The tavern itself, with it’s food and drinks were buzzing with life, war stories, drunks and so on. It was just how she had always seen the Charr, but if there was one thing she had to admit about them, it was their team spirit. Even though they were brutes, they were also comrades in arms, and the way they treated each other showed that all of them had stories to tell, and it were stories that had brought them all closer to each other. Many of them had probably been fighting against Zhaitan and maybe even Mordremoth, the jungle dragon. Feyra had respect for those that had stood their ground against an Elder Dragon, no matter which one it was, and when she had respect for someone, the race of that person didn’t matter. She had a system of her own, that once you were accepted by that system, she no longer put your race traits unto you, then she saw you as an individual who had done something outstanding. She walked up to the desk now and made eye contact with the Charr bartender. He gave her a nod and came over to her after having finished with a customer. The other Charrs at the desk thought it would be an unpleasant exchange of words, since some of them did know who she was. But to their surprise, it seemed that the Charr behind the desk knew her. [color=ed1c24]“Feyra Acor! As I live an breath! It’s been ages since I last saw you!” [/color]he grinned. He slammed his elbow on the desk and put his hand up for an arm-wrestle [color=ed1c24]“Come on, like the good old days, winner takes all.”[/color] He grinned. Feyra, for the first time since she had arrived, gave a grin as well and put her own elbow on the desk and grabbed his fury hand that was almost twice her size. [color=fff200]“Long time no see Morga, let’s see if all that tavern running has made you soft.”[/color] [color=ed1c24]“Hah! I’ll never go soft! Let's go!”[/color] then they started their arm wrestling, the other customers at the desk watched in confusion, and while they were confused, they still had an odd interest in what was going on. To everyone’s surprise, Feyra Acor held out against the strong former warrior Morga, for three whole minutes, which was rather amazing for a Necromancer going up against a former warrior. She did lose though, and Morga laughed [color=ed1c24]“Well, seems I still got it! You owe me a liter of ale my friend.”[/color] Feyra gave him a small smile [color=fff200]“No problem, I’ll pay for that and a room.” [/color]Morga grabbed a key to one of the bedrooms and put his palm towards her with a smile. Feyra put a small coin purse from her sack, into his hand [color=ed1c24]“Pleasure doing business with you, as always.”[/color] Morga said. Feyra grinned [color=fff200]“The pleasure hasn’t even started yet.”[/color] Morga grinned back [color=ed1c24]“Be careful, curiosity killed the cat they say.”[/color] And with that, Feyra went up to the room she had been given. 

It didn’t contain much. It had a painting of old Ascalonian ruins, a small table and a chair, both made of wood and a bed. It was a hard bed, though it did have a thin mattress on it, probably the best kind of mattress you could find around these parts. There were also a small closet, but it was big enough for her to put in her sack and her clothing. She took off her skirt and her top, which meant she was now naked at her upper body and only wearing hot pants like underwear, though made of thin grass, though it was comfortable and it didn’t break easy at all. She then went to her bed and laid down on it, pulling the carpet up over her body. She put her hands behind her head and looked up into the ceiling. She had to spend an evening here, and a night, before she could go anywhere, and the only good thing was that she was able to say hi to her friend Morga. She couldn’t even sleep yet, in case someone would come and announce their retreat from the expedition. It was only 21:00 in the evening, which meant she still had three hours before she could sleep. This would be a long evening and night. 
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