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Burning Skies Saloon
BdrLineAzn:
To Gabranth
"Well if it weren't for an interruption from this mourning, *looks at both Yiski and Lauren* , other then that I slept fine."
Then hearing about how Yiski made some calls, he turns to him.
"Speaking of calls, I made some as well, even with the jamming. Don't ask me how I did it, because I don't it was just some luck. But we are getting some ships from Yesha, it's not military, but they are the next best thing. Plus we may or may not get something from the barons besides that I have a man on his way to the guild with a team"
Yiski:
--Saloon--
Yiski
"Fancy that BdrLine. I've got a friend already there doin' the same thing."
The day rolls on, and a couple patrons enter and exit the saloon. Things are relatively calm right now. A few days after the invasion attempt, the initial panic and shock of it has faded and all the city, both civilian and military, are working hard to get things back to normal.
As for the conspirators behind the invasion attempt, they were going to have their plans thrown into oblivion complete with flair and style.
RearAdmiralZill:
-Garden District-
Zill was walking through the now roughly clean streets of the city. He limped along, the pain of the shrapnel never letting up. Along the way, soldiers and crewmen alike stopped and saluted him. It dawned on him that he was much more of an inspiration than he would ever admit. The thought brought some new energy to his step, despite the pain.
He made his way to, what he remembered to be Oliver's house. He stood in from of the plot in disbelief. The house was completely gone. A pile of rubble replaced the rather quaint house that Oliver kept up. Zill stood there for what felt like hours. One lone tear fell as he knew he was gone, just like that. His head sank, and he cursed everything he could think of. A few people had stopped to witness what they all knew was being felt everywhere in the city. Zill finally knelt down, giving his long devoted prayer in Oliver's honor.
"By the Skies we fly this day. Off into the Sunset to give chase. May the Winds stay at our back. Our Dusty Mistress be appeased. Our Mugs ever full. Onwards ye' Dogs, Into the Fray."
Honeybadger:
-Saloon-
Honeybadger, who has been sitting in the saloon for a good couple of hours realized why he was there, he quickly shot up from his seat and started scanning the room to the other patrons confusion.
Honeybadger
*mumbling loudly* "Where is it..."
Honeybadger looks under all the tables and then at the bar, he quickly hopped the bar fast enough for Yiski or Lauren not to catch him and started to scan all the liquor bottles under the bar.
Honeybadger
"Cmon, where is it?"
Honeybadger looks up at Yiski, legitimately frightened
Honeybadger
"What have you done with my booze!?"
Yiski:
--Saloon--
Honeybadger's usual unusual behavior was something the patrons began to expect from a day to day basis. However, with his sudden yelling and jumping all over the bar, the patrons began to worry and slowly backed away. A few decided to leave. Yiski had enough with it.
It's one thing to tolerate Honeybadger's behavior, but it's another when his antics start driving away people from the saloon. Yiski wasn't about to let his saloon be labelled negatively by Honeybadger.
As Honeybadger kept scanning behind the counter, Yiski bear hugs him from behind and ducks his head into Honeybadger's back. Lauren then instinctively follows up and hits Honeybadger behind the head with Blood Bolt's stock. Honeybadger's body went limp from being knocked unconscious. Yiski then called for a few patrons to get a doctor from the asylum.
Minutes later, an asylum doctor and few asylum guards arrive. After explaining this, and past incidences, the doctor decides it's best to have Honeybadger stay at the asylum for a few days to assess him.
With the asylum personnel and Honeybadger gone, the saloon continued into the night peacefully, or at least as peaceful as a saloon could get.
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