@Balthazar007

As Lorenzo walked to the tavern door, what looked to be a local was doing just the same. He thought this was his first, best chance at getting some good dirt on the town and maybe finding some quick coin. Lorenzo approached the door and held it open for the man.

"After you sir." he offered, gesturing inside.

"Oh I'm so sorry to hear that" said Jill when she heard about Brandon's family member. He didn't seem too sad and had stated the death in a rather matter-of-fact way. Jill wondered whether this was his way of coping with the death or whether he had really moved on. Either way, she wasn't too sure about what she could say without sounding insensitive or too patronizing. She let the silence hang in the air as she mulled over possible appropriate responses. Before she could add anything, however, their conversation had moved on.

"Oh this? It was actually part of a figurine. You have no idea the trouble it's been. First the girl I gambled with threw a fit over how the ring wasn't part of the deal, even though I'd won it fair and square with the figurine it and then today, I almost exploded at my sister over this ring". Jill babbled, stopping only now to catch her breath. She then realized she had let the part about it being a gamble prize slip.There ya go again. Cant help but run your mouth can you? She reprimanded herself. However, she was glad when the discussion moved on, hoping Brandon wasnt going to latch on to details.

She brought her ring close to his and stared at them intently for a while. They were quite alike."Maybe they were crafted by the same person?" Jill wondered.She then remembered the yellow ring. "You know I might be jumping to conclusions, but I think the person who just passed by us had a similar ring as well. Do you think these are valuable?" Jill asked. If these rings were of great value, Jill could probably try getting her hands on the others and make a fortune out of them. On the flipside, however, it meant she had to take more care of her ring from now on and couldn't let it get stolen. She almost flinched at the thought, before eyeing the people around them warily, wondering if anyone had taken interest in the rings.

@Polaris North

Note #1: Take into consideration your character's power level when posting (found within the first OOC post). Everyone should only be displaying Level 1 minor powers at the moment.
Note #2: The full brunt of this storm will bear down after at least 5 more IC posts and 7 more IRL days. When that happens, look forward to a temporary power boost!

Brandon listened intently on how she had gotten her ring. It was different from him so he could assume that it wasn't necessarily passed down from one person to another. He wasn't at all interested that it had been part of a gamble. It was just the different circumstances they had gotten it. "I see. So it can just be given to anyone." He said out loud with a nod. So that means that this power is just meant to be passed down? But how could that be? Hadn't someone used it for something bad from way back in the days or did they just happen to all have good owners? Or neutral one? That was odd.

As Jill expected his ring as well, it became obvious that she had no idea what power is inside of it. He could also assume that the guy who passed them had no idea as well. But concluding from the fact that he had already seen three, was it possible that there were more? Jill had asked something causing him to snap out of his thoughts. He quickly wore his glove again, intent on hiding it from prying eyes. "I have no doubt that they're valuable." He said with a nod as he crossed his arms. He wasn't sure whether he should tell her that the ring might have some special properties to it. He wasn't even sure if they were the same so he didn't want to impart unsure knowledge to someone.

From the distance, he could see the sky darkening coming along with a frightening amount of lightning. There was no time for him to retreat back to his house. He turned to Jill. "We need to find somewhere to cover us!" The tavern had been closest to them. With that, he grabbed her arm and then hurried towards the tavern with Shawn running alongside them. Jill had the choice to break away from him but he wouldn't particularly stop because of that. Once he was inside, he would quickly take a seat and turn to the others who decided to seek refuge in the tavern. The storm wasn't stopping and it didn't look like it was getting any better for a long time.

@Shaymin

"After you sir." he offered, gesturing inside.

Lester kindly nodded toward the fancily dressed minstrel. "Thank you good sir. The bar is calling my name. You can join if you wish." With that kind statement, Lester began to make his way to the bar.

Just before Lester reached for a chair, he stopped. A chill ran down his spine, as the intruding smell of rain water filled his nostrils. A moment later, the harsh clapping of thunder shook the building. Looking up at the ceiling, Lester closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The smell of rain, it's something everyone has experienced at some point, but why could he smell it so strongly now? Rain was not hitting the roof yet.

Lester tried to shake a feeling of dread that was slowly growing in his chest. He grabbed a chair at the bar and made it his as he sat. Patiently he sat with his elbows on the bar and his fingers interlocked beneath his chin. A pensive look took over his face as he wrestled with the strange anxiety growing within himself. He had never been scared of storms, why did that seem to be the case now?

The sound of rain started off slowly at first, but in a matter of moments, the rain and wind became monstrous. Lester had closed his eyes. The barkeep's jovial voice interrupted Lester's thoughts. "Ho there lad! You seem a little shaken by this storm! Don't be! This tavern has seen the worst of mother nature's treats, and it holds strong each time. What can I get ya?"

Jill heard a low grumble from above and her ears perked up. She looked up, watching for any signs of rain when she realized that a dark blanket of clouds had covered the sky.She wondered if a storm was building up and the thought excited her.She had always had an irrational and a rather odd liking for bad weather.Jill was the kind of person who would look forward to thunder or would jump up in joy whenever it rained heavily.The disastrous temperament of a storm somehow soothed the inner turmoil of her own chaotic thoughts.She stared at sky above for a long time, expecting rain drops to dampen her head at any second now.

"We need to find somewhere to cover us!" Brandon's voice interrupted her thoughts, snapping her back to reality. Storms were nice and all, but only from the comfort of an indoors shelter. It would be disaster if Jill was caught in the midst of chaos. Especially after the mess at home.She followed him into the tavern, the place being all too familiar to her. By instinct, Jill decided to head to the stools lined up at the front, where she usually chatted up with others like her. Then her eyes fell on her ring and she stopped midway. If she got drunk at a time like this, there was no doubt she would lose possession of her ring. Unconsciously balling up her hand into a fist, Jill turned away. Unsure of what to do next, she walked around, looking at the people that had gathered there.