hatred flashes from her eyes as she looks at the drow. A drink my ass, she mutters.
Is that what you wanted last night was a bloody drink?

She motions to Alatariel...with her head in a no gesture...

Actually yes, to be fair your young Earunder attacked me first.. Come to think of it so did Jericho, and now that I remember so did your father Alatariel... Seems to be a pattern with the men if your life.

*Rathil actually forgets his own spell for a moment and throws a punch at the drow, which of course is stopped and repelled back sending him to the floor to which Esane only laughs harder*

*looks at Calliope*

*asks her with her eyes What?*

"Why do think I test you? I can do nothing to you but talk to you. You have nobody, you see that cares and even the one you serve only uses you!" She bobs her head with her arm crossed and her hand under her chin.

They attacked you? Oh come on Esane. You know those are lies.
And so do I especially about my Father. For as I recall every living night of my life you attacked him and he was trying to defend himself.

Calliope motions her to not move as she is fine in the Inn

*Walks to where Esane is standing*


Why does it bother you so much that I am alive? Hmmmm?

Is it because I look so much like my father? or my mother? Is it because no one loves you Esane? Why? Tell me. For I have yet to figure it out.

knowing your not wanted you decide to come to the place of your last crime. heed the warning and the hate elf, leave with your skin intact

*she nods at Calliope for she understands*

She leans over to speak, "Alatariel, Esane enjoys making those around her angry. I think she thrives on it. It would be best not to waste your breath, but if you need to let it out, I guess this would be the best place."

*Laughs at Alatariel*

Of course, this coming from the child that had not even been born yet. Of course you would know better than I.

*Esane stands up and walks over to Rathil on the floor and throws something to him. It is small, circular, and silver.*

A present from your lost Jericho. I don't imagine he will be needing it where he is stuck.

*She heads for the door and walks right next to Alatariel as she whispers*

Until the next time we meet my dear.

*She walks out the front door of the Inn*

Placing her hand on Dravens arm, she tries to calm him.
Knowing that that is not an easy task to do, but she doesn't want to see any more of her friends
murdered.

Draven considers going after the elf, but remebers what was warned of him last evening, and with pure and seething hatred, he goes to the bar and says give me the strongest you have

*Rathil doesn't move to stand up, He simply holds the silver coin in his hand for a moment staring at it before he lets himself lay completely on his back on the floor of the inn.*

Hmmmmm I may not have been born but I was alive in my mother and that angered you didn't it?

Yes next time. You will not live for long Esane. Your hatred eats at you. more then any damage I can do.

*goes over to Rathil*

Here let me help you.

*Shaking off whatever is in his head he stands up and brushes himself off*

No help needed, she didn't do any real damage. The spell is not intended to injure. Even the one attacking.

*He shoots her an uneasy smile*

*shrugs then sets at the nearest table*


What did she give you? I heard her say something about Jericho.