@Katakuri
The girl quickly replied, "Wow... I'd love to just fly up to space if I could.. but my wings won't get me that far, and even if I used the air boosts, it wouldn't be far enough."

Listening to Ghiar's answer regarding his colour, Anya smiled.
"So it was positive when I spooked you?" She laughed as she spoke, "I guess it was pretty funny!"

Concerning the two men, she didn't know how exactly they would treat a child-like creature, so she simply replied,
"Well- if you want to go and talk to them, we can."

She pulled a twig out of her hair, and muttered something about a bush.

@Katakuri@Liegelord - Dorian.
The finely kept barkeep in an immaculate suit.

With a gratuitous nod Dorian greets the newcomer then politely excuses himself of the current company leaving Vendril to answer the question as he continues to tend to new patrons. Some of the non-outstanding type. Those of unremarkable appearance or personality that seemingly just fade into the background. (Quiet NPC’s.)

@Zyx & Young Server boy.

”Th, thank you.” The young boy stammers. His eyes not leaving the cup precariously balancing on a small plate in his hand, as if trying to use sheer will alone to keep the glowing boiling liquid in its container.
After a few more careful feet of movement he slowly slides the plate down onto an empty table only to look up and around, noticing the intended recipient is now gone.

Defeated he frowns and stands idly lost.
His eyes soon drift back to the fox-masked lady and Clay

@aia2022 and Clay.
”Honestly, never thought to try ask for anything else.” Clay says with a look of surprise and a tone of truth.
”Lets give it a go.” He leans forward excitedly with a grin as his gaze sweeps from Lavender to the nervous little imp that looks like it wants to be anywhere but where it currently is. ”Who’s incited the wrath of our angry little Fire Fox?” Clay asks teasingly.

With Dorian heading off Vendril seemed to think on the matter, placing the glass on the counter as he appeared visibly in deep thought both in posture and appearance. Though as he had to admit he didn’t think he had it in him to talk about it, for some reason it felt like Dorian either knew already or that he was just easy to talk to. Though for the future he has to be careful about letting slip anything about his life.

@Marmalised Junk@Katakuri

Speaking of which he wasn’t expecting company so soon, his eyes shifting in the direction of the individual speaking to him. Raising an eyebrow at their appearance, they certainly were different given their pigment of skin.. In fact he was curious if they were a phantom or sorts but he knew better than to ask. But he wouldn’t be rude if one speaks to him, so he’d turn in place to face them while placing his hands in his lap as he cracks just enough of a smile. “Oh?” Looking to the individual he was with as Vendril chuckles for just a moment before continuing. “I’m quite fine but thank you, just reliving memories of the past. Nothing to worry about.”

Holding up his tea to the pair as a toasting like show before taking a sip himself, it was an interesting pair to be sure. The girl seemed rather young but he sensed there was something else there, besides that her looks gave away that she at least was fae raised if not born. Placing his tea on the counter as his eyes glance between the two. “Curious pairing. Anyway, formalities first, my name is Vendril, Sir Vendril. And your names are?”

”Th, thank you.” The young boy stammers. His eyes not leaving the cup precariously balancing on a small plate in his hand, as if trying to use sheer will alone to keep the glowing boiling liquid in its container.
After a few more careful feet of movement he slowly slides the plate down onto an empty table only to look up and around, noticing the intended recipient is now gone.

Defeated he frowns and stands idly lost.
His eyes soon drift back to the fox-masked lady and Clay

Lyren does not speak, they barely even move. And yet there is a feeling, an instinctual sensation, of the reply that would commonly be voiced in this case. That of, "you're welcome."

@Song Book

Ethodi might hear a whisper, there’s a familiarity to it as there is with all whispers. It was not in the sound or the tone but more where it was coming from, and that was nowhere.
The whisper echoed again in her head.

”Sorry, sorry. I am currently... ‘preoccupied’ but I will be with you as soon as I can. I will bring you more molluscs too!”

@Dark Light

Lavender rose an eyebrow questioningly, even though she knew the man couldn’t see her face. Although she supposed she couldn’t blame him- when kept busy enough one tends to forget oneself’s own desires sometimes.

Fire Fox? That was a new one. Normally nicknames given to her would be a tad bit more on the offensive side. Nonetheless, Lavender accepted this nickname as a nice change from what she would be called usually.

”I would be heavily disappointed if the imp couldn’t actually bring Yin Liang here into this tavern, so I would think it would be wise to start small first and then build our way up to actual living creatures, no?” Lavender asked with a sigh. She would turn to the imp and requested something simple- a dagger.

The woman looked up and noticed the dark haired boy looking in her direction, but chose to ignore it and let him decide whether he would come over or not.

@Katakuri @LiegeLord

Anya made a mental note of Ghiar's comment about space, and followed behind him towards the two men.

The first man had left as soon as they arrived, and the other man seemed to analyse them for a few moments.

“I’m quite fine but thank you, just reliving memories of the past. Nothing to worry about.”

"Are you quite sure?"
Anya was stilled a little concerned. Memories of the past seemed to upset lots of people.

“Curious pairing. Anyway, formalities first, my name is Vendril, Sir Vendril. And your names are?”

"My name is Anya Daymourn! It's nice to meet you Sir Vendril!"
The girl smiled, baring her teeth again and muttering something under her breath like, "What could be so curious?

@aia2022

As Clay stared at the imp it seemed to shrink in on itself.
”A dagger hey.” he says with a toothy smile. ”Lets be more specific ” Those strange sounds seem to resonate from his mouth again, of a vocabulary that doesn’t belong in this world. They seem to have a physical effect on the imp as the air shimmers and distorts around.
”Morgul blade, you think you hear Clay say, just before a deep darkness starts to grow over the imps oily black skin, slowly surrounding it entirely, it’s large pale eyes last before it violently rips the little creature from existence.”

”Oh, now I guess we just wait and see.” Clay says sitting back in his chair and taking a swig from his ale.

Meanwhile the young boy looks on with an expression caught between horror and disgust. You notice his fists are tightly clenched at his side.

@Dark Light

Lavender pursued her lips. She really did not expect an incantation to somewhat forcefully send an imp to fetch the item, but dark magic was dark magic. It slightly reminded her of a species from a certain seven-book series.

”Yes, we…might as well.” A hint of reluctance was present in her tone. Though she lifted her fox mask again to take a sip of wine she did not relax her posture.

Lavender turns her head in such way that her mask is directly looking at the young boy for a moment, reading his body language as easily as she would a book. Seems like he didn’t really approve of the incantation.

The woman looked back to the place where she last saw the spirit looking being and the other child when she found them- well, the child at least- next to one of the two men she spotted earlier. An interesting pair. Though she was too far away to really listen into the conversation, she concluded that it would be nice to watch their interaction from afar.

(I’m not sure whether or not I should tag you two (marmalised junk and liegelord ) but I’m just gonna be staring from a corner hehe)

@Katakuri@Marmalised Junk

"Oh they can be, it really depends on the memory." Sighing and leaning back in his spot as he placed his cane against the counter, though he wasn't magical himself he could indeed feel the magic radiating from both the gloves and the aura from the man speaking to him. Though he had to admit it didn't feel the same as one of the creatures from before and relaxed his posture as he smiles and listens to their introductions. Ghiar and Anya. Ghiar was certainly a unique name he may have only heard once before while Anya wasn't common but not as unusual as Ghiar.

He'd almost lost himself in thought as the man finished up, chuckling as he leans back forward to an upright position and offers the chairs nearby. Though it was around the moment when Ghiar was setting to excuse himself as Vendril nodded and bowed his head for a moment. "Fair is fair, pleasure meeting you. I'll be here or around if you need me or just wanna chit chat." Watching the man excuse himself before turning his attention to the fae girl as he smiles. "You are welcome to stay if you want, but if you wanna go with your friend I understand. Company is hard to garner here at times. But I must ask as to not just assume... are you a fae child or an actual fae? It's been so long since I've seen any of them."

@Katakuri

A curious smile tugged at dorians lips, contrasted by a knowing glint in his eyes as he turned to face Ghair.
”It is not by chance that I work here, but the answer to your question is yes.” he says politely with a slight nod.
”How can I be of assistance?”

He took the measure of Ghair with a single look, assessing the man before him. But he did not look him over, or study his unusual skin, he only look into his eyes with an appraising glare, an intent focus, as he awaited patiently for a reply.

@Katakuri

Dorian motions to a nearby table before taking a seat.
”Well, lets get this interview started then.” he says after Ghair joins him. Clasping his hands together above the table he begins.

”Firstly, I am Dorian Radshaw, the proprietor of this establishment. It’s a pleasure to meet you. So tell me a bit about yourself. Where are you from and what experience might you have? What do you have to offer?”

@LiegeLord

After Ghiar left, Anya decided to stay and talk to this man for a little bit.
"I'm an actual fae. The only reason I'm this size is because around 10 years ago I tried to alter my height. If I were still the same size, I could be able to sit in the palm of your hand. A lot of people believe I was taken as a baby, like some others are."

After thinking for a moment, she asked a question herself.
"Shall we trade questions? It's fun to do it. What creature are you? You seem human, but you have a certain feeling about you that seems different from humans."

She laughed for a second, awaiting Vendril's answer.

@Katakuri
”Well.” Dorian says as he places his hands down on the table in a manner concluding the interview the interview.
”Without you being sure of your exact skill set or experience I see only one solution, a trial period of various tasks until you find one that you excel at. If there is one. We hold our employees to a high standard here.”

It was at that moment, as if in defiance to Dorian, Clay the shirtless rugged bar keep dropped a bottle and and only laugh as it shattered over the floor.

Dorian held his composure but you could tell he was stirring beneath the near implacable mask.
”There are exceptions and circumstances to some rules.”