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Honeybadger:
-Near the Saloon-

A messenger looks very confused nearby the saloon. He tries to check the saloon, but the closed sign and bodyguard told him he probably shouldn't even be near here. He spots Plasmarobo.

Messenger
"Um, excuse me? Lieutenant? May I have a word please?"

He is a very timid man, he speed walked over to Plasma.

Gryphos:
--Nidhogg's ship, "Pallisarde"--

Nidhogg rummaged through the chest looking for the detailed ship report he had written personally, as such it was probably over-written.

Nidhogg
"It must be in here somewhere, it must be- ah, here it is"

He pulled out a file which held a small booklet in it's fold. But he then heard footsteps behind him. With a single, swift movement he pulled apart his cloak, unsheathed his sword and pointed it directly at the innocent and quite astonished messenger, who held his hands above his head.

Messenger
"Just a message, I didn't mean to sneak up on you"

Nidhogg sheathed his sword again and removed his hood, revealing long, blonde hair tied in a ponytail.

Nidhogg
"Sorry, I'm just on edge that's all. What's the message? From father I presume"

Messenger
"Ahem... 'Nidhogg, by the order of the family you must return home. The exile ended a month ago, if you insist on gallava-'"

Nidhogg
"-I've heard this one before, tell father I shan't be returning home, and that no number of what he considers heart-felt letters will convince me otherwise. If anything, the exile was a blessing in disguise, but I still mourn the events of... that duel. Go, and... sorry, about the sword."

Nidhogg clasped the folder and strode passed the messenger, patting him on the back on the way, and off to the Academy.

Plasmarobo:
--Outside the Saloon--

Plasma eyes the messenger.
Looks harmless enough.

He turns a bit impatiently towards the man.
Plasma
"Yes? Can I help you?"

He watches the nervous little guy.
Something about this doesn't seem quite right.
He casually rests his hand on the grip of his pistol, but keeps his expression even.

Yiski:
--Saloon--

A few knocks came at the door. A man opened the door and was met immediately with an Elite. He gulped.

Althea
"State your business."

Deliveryman
"I have an invoice here for various furniture for a Burning Skies Saloon."

Althea
"Wait one minute."

Althea headed back and into Yiski's room. Inside, she saw a soundly sleeping Yiski spread out all over the bed. She leans down and nudges Yiski which causes him to shift a little. She then escalated the matter greatly when she took out a whistle and blew into it. It let out a high-pitched scream which caused Yiski to fall out of bed. Startled, but more importantly awake, he looked over the bed to see Althea standing on the other side.

Yiski
"Skies! Are you tryin' to make me deaf?"

Althea
"Furniture is here and my initial attempt to wake you did not work."

Yiski shook his head, grabbed his crutch and made his way out into the main floor. The deliveryman handed Yiski the invoice and Yiski handed payment over. Once done, a set of workers came in with various tables, chairs, stools, decorations, and a couch. The placement and rearrangement took roughly an hour.

After the workers left, Yiski stood behind the bar counter and looked to see a fully refreshed saloon. It brought a smile to his face. This intrigued Althea.

Althea
"Why did you re-enlist? You seem content in just running this saloon."

Yiski
"Heh. Curious are you? Well, since you're guarding me, you probably read the files they keep on me."

Althea nodded in acknowledging.

Yiski
"Then you know my reasons were to ensure this city was well defended and keep safe the people I care for."

Althea
"If you will excuse me prying further, then why keep running the saloon?"

Yiski
"Short version. It was somethin' Micheal and I wanted to do after our service was finished. You know who Micheal was?"

Althea
"Yes, your file also had information relating to Roland as well."

Yiski
"Huh. Guess the Council is good at gatherin' information. Why ask me this anyways? Doesn't seem to mess with the job of protecting me."

Althea
"I have found it easier to watch over my charges when I talk to them myself. There is only so much you learn from reading a file."

Yiski
"Heh. Fair enough."

After their conversation, Yiski opens the saloon.

Honeybadger:
-Outside the Saloon-

He approaches Plasma

Messenger
"Oh hello sir..."

He reaches into his satchel and pulls out a file envelope. He checks it carefully.

Messenger
"I'm looking for a man naaaamed... Yiski? Is he here? I'm supposed to deliver this to the Burning Skies Saloon."

He looks around to see that the Saloon was now open, he thanked Plasma and slowly jogged toward it.

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