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TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

Mefy had sprung up from the stool, boiling with anticipation. Something in his gut told him this was going to be a an interesting soiree. He politely pointed to Skyler the path with a nod of his head, while filling his big hands with both mugs. A smile from ear to ear met Nigel's nervous gaze. In his way to this new social interaction, Mefy felt a chill that gave him goosebumps. He'd always been very perceptive, a bit psychic sensitive even, so he couldn't help but search for the source of that feeling. His eyes soon met two immense animal pupils, unapologetically staring through his body and into his naked soul.
The more eager beings are to appeal to reason, the more they fall for the unspeakable mysteries of nature. And quite literally, the man felt to the ground, as lengthy as he was, with a clangorous sound. Both of his hands were empty now, because the glasses and all their content had been spilled over the already uneasy Nigel and some other person that was sitting in the next table.
Maybe person or man would be an understatement. Creature may be more appropiate, as it had to bent its head when it stood up from the chair. Otherwise, its head would have broken trough the ceiling. It took its now wet cloak from over its shoulders and shook it off in apparent disgust. If it would have eyes, they would have been crushing Mefy's figure under their fiery gaze. But it had none. Only two empty eye-sockets were presented into its face - a giant moose skull with antlers and all, devoid of meat, dry to the bone. From neck to toe, however, it presented a colossal humanoid musculature over a human bone structure.
"Egads, I dropped the beverages" was the only nonsense he could mutter, as his face turned white as wax. His survival instinct gathered all the energy in his body and made him stand up. Mefy tried to put any kind of existing matter between that decadent god and him, including his friend Skyler. "Somebody, help!", he cried while praying with his eyes and countenance to the regulars of the tavern, specially Nigel, who had gotten the same treatment as the creature, and that intriguing fox lady.
"It wasn't my fault! Somebody tripped me up!".

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

"Cheers to you, comrade, and to our new forged friendship!". Mefy took a deep gulp and gasped enthusiastically, before he continued. "I find myself astonished by your wit and courage, you seem as sharp as the tool you are handling. However, I wouldn't count on the likes of me to put on a fight, if I were you: despite my size, I'm quite clumsy and unexperience in the arts of combat. Anyhoo! I believe - if I'm allowed to talk in all honesty, my friend - you shouldn't be so harsh on that creature, over there. He appears to be in horrible pain and anguish. Say, how about we come sit by him and we cheer up his spirit with a sip of this wonderful juice?"
Mefy's display of unadvisable sympathy was not without a taint of well hidden pity. Pitty for the lone soul that was sitting at that table, but also pitty for himself. He had felt plenty of rejection in his time: he'd been forced to experience utter solitude, incomprehension, abuse.
It was not advisable to approach a man who hadn't asked for conversation nor for help. Specially, since this man was obviously in big trouble. Furthermore, Mefy was asking a third party, our trustful Skyler, to play a role in his savior complex. It was a bad idea, anyway you look at it, but... Could this predicament result in an interesting tale to tell in a tavern, among strangers?

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

"Mephistophanes", said the stranger, while stretching Skyler's hand for more time than necessary. He got distracted by the newcomer who silently went to the back of the room. "An infortunate name, of course", he added when he got himself together, "and awfully long, but my parents were very fond of Greek culture. You can call me Mefy. May I sit by your side?". He didn´t wait for his answer. He put himself on the stool while throwing peeping glances to the person that had just entered the tavern.
"So, Mr. Quinn, you use it for protection, is that so? But how about the power of words? I've always managed to scape even from the most dangerous situations just by flapping these lips". He got uncomfortably close to Skyler and lowered his voice; this was an act of futility, since, at the same time, he was noticeably pointing his finger at the newcomer: "For the sake of argument, if that misterious person over there were to come here and start a rumble with you, what would you do?".

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

The next unfamiliar silouette appears soonly after, noisily pushing the door.
"God damn this stupid rain, you wouldn't believe how wet you can get in a minute!". The stranger was elegantly dressed, but the clothing was evidently in dissarray, even to the most untrained eyes. His extreme height was distracting, accentuated by his awful slenderness. He wore a leather bag hanging from the left side, permanently seized by an uneasy hand. His eyes fulgurated in the dark, expressive, but somehow calming.
"I wouldn't taint the Godess' name by calling Her a 'He' around these parts," spit the bartender, while rolling a rotten toothpick from the incisors to the canines. "There are faithful believers among our staff".
"Please", the stranger said with a benign, almost foolish smile, "do not take offense in my words; my game is not infamy, but curiosity. And of curiosity I'm full, since I'm not yet accustomed to the idiosyncrasy of this new plane of existence. Today is a grand day of discovery for me!".
The stranger looked around, filled with awe, although he tried to conceal it. As his pupils travelled from right to left, trying not to stop for too long on the mistrutful arrange of shapes and shadows on the tables. Eventually, he set sight on the person cloaked in blue. Not because they looked more friendly, but because they were closer and, inevitably, more approachable.
"I salute you, kind stranger", he joyfully said, after he stumbled upon the uneven floor. "Isn't a bit dangerous what you're playing with? I believed those - knives, I mean - to belong in the kitchen!"