* a mouse scurries quickly across the floor to disappear in a crack in the floor*

*watches the mouse an giggles at its cuteness*

*wonders where everyone went to?*

Seyven had felt the powers of the seer, the tales of this mysterious woman were known throughout the vampire nation. How odd that their paths had never crossed until now. She had felt a strong presence here, but she was beginning to think it was not the minotaur that had brought this to her, rather this quaint inkeeper. She clutched the pouch that she wore around her neck that fell upon her chest. Some had already met their fate trying to take this from her, she hoped it remained that way as her journey continue.

Her time here, she hoped would be short, without incident. She felt it her obligation however, to speak with the young one and make sure she realized she was her ally.

"I am still here young one. I've had much practice in making oneself invisible when necessary. It is best to let things transpire and only bring attention when necessary. Will you share in a drink with me?"

Gloriana returns to the tavern in hopes of finding Glenadale .
Sinatorium is a beautiful and interesting place with strange happenings.

There isn't much crowd in the tavern except for these two very strange ladies and Boromir the inn keeper.

He seems to be okay now for he is smiling.

Maybe Glenadale was here I'll ask him.

" Boromir my kind sir did a wood elf came through here while I was out?"

"could I please have a drink of water and something to eat, and a room for the night once more. I will pay for I have gold coins."

*looks to the other vampire*

You talking to me?

"Yes, I see were are kindred souls, I wanted to introduce myself with hopes of being, if nothing else, acquaintances to one another."

*bows her head to her*

My name is Marishka, come join me for a drink. I have not seen another vampire in a long time.

*she says with a small smile*

Seyven acknowledges the woman who has just entered the inn, she appears familiar to her, but she hasn't yet determined where she might have fallen upon her before.

She tilts her cup in her direction, a sign of welcoming, and goes back to her business.

"I'm Seyven. I've travelled far and came across only a few of our kind. I don't know if you're familiar with Xanica or Kriscaryn, two miscreants that I do adore, I passed them on the way thru the valley. And outside of some trouble with a few human kind, I met little trouble. I'm hoping my stay here bring the same...fortune."

"Tell me, where are your travels taking you?"

"It has been years since I have seen another of our find. Glad to hear there are some still a live. I too have traveled a long way. I have not heard of them, you must bring them here so we can meet. Will be nice to know more of our kind.

I....just roam around, place to place. I try not to settle in anywhere too long, many people just run in fear when they see me. I too hope to find fortune here. I don't know how long I will stay or where I will be next. This place seems to be a little odd to me."

"I'm glad to know you Marishka, I hope you find comfort in your stay here, it does seem a bit odd, but my senses tell me there is something here that I am in need of."

Seyven finishes her mead and stands. She is in need of some fresh air, so she bids farewell and heads outside.

The air has a little chill to it, but Seyven welcomes this. As she looks overhead, she notices the two ravens that have been following her for the last fortnight, she continues down the pebble pathway.

*stand, covers herself with the black cloak an walks into the night, to return sometime later, she needs food.*

As she walked, her thoughts went to Tarisar. He knew the journey he sent her on could be her last, and as he stroked her hair and laid fair kiss upon her forhead, he told her she would be watched over. He swore vengeance upon any harm that came to her and carefully pressed the leather pouch into her palm. "Watch these with your undead life my princess. You will know the one you seek when you find him. To him, and only him, must you give the pouch. Now, drink from me and gather strength before you depart", with his words he pricked his wrist and held it to her lips. She drank.

Seyven glanced overhead, the ravens followed close above.

*quietly walks back in sitting in the darkest corner waiting to see who comes by.*

A tiny hobbit walks into the tavern. He locks the doors and closes the shutters. He tilts his fancy hat with feather to everyone and announces.

"I am a old friend of Boromir and Criani Peracien. I am sorry for the lack of service my friends give you. The tavern will be closed for tonight, but I am hoping that Boromir will recover and serve you fine folks again."

He then puts three bottles of elvin wine and a bottle of grapan liquor on a table.

"Please do enjoy and don't hesitate to keep the fireplace going for us," he mentions before going up the stairs to get a room for himself.

She wandered through the village as the sun started to descend. She sat upon a wooden log, her mind went back to that horrid day. Minotaurs had surrounded her family's meek thatched roof dwelling, she saw her brother in the fields as the beast raised his blade and took him down. Her father's hand remained firm over her mouth to keep back her screams. "You must be quiet daughter, less you join your brother in the mighty heavens." Tears ran down her cheeks. "I need you to hide under the bed, and make no sound or move until I call for you, do you understand?". Her eyes grew wide, and she shook her head no "I insist, and must tend to the others, now do not hamper my way, I need you safe and I can not do what must be done if my thoughts turn to worry for you. Do you understand?" Hesistantly, she shook her head yes and he quickly led her to cover under the pedestal bed.

This was the last time she saw her father alive. The image of her slane father, mother, younger sister and brother, were still vivid in her memory.

But the image that now haunted her the most was the that of the minotaur that road up, angered at the sight he saw, demanding to know what debauchery had taken place and only when one finally stepped forward to confess did he raise his axe, beheading the one who had taken liberties beyond that which was necessary. "Let none of you allow this to happen again lest feel my axe upon thee. We live amongst these humans, we do not slay them, the meek who have no chance against us, how dare we take advantage of that if they raise no hand to us."

She never thought she would see him again. How familiar his face today.

The sun is here as Boromir didn't sleep well. He is starting to get use to the odd marking of a star on his palm of his hand. The eyes seem hypnotizing as they lay ontop of the star marking. The tingling continues, yet it doesn't seem painful. Odd if anything.

He is hoping that Criani Peracien might identify the marking and what it represents. If not then perhaps a shrewd wizard might know what it means. The lady and her riddle and the marking before she left can only mean trouble, yet why does he not feel in trouble. And why him? He knows he has to walk down the stairs and open up the tavern, yet Samwise Tiller his old friend seemed to handled it quiet well when he whistled at him from the window seeing him walking down the cobblestone road.

He has been a friend since childhood and they have always helped each other out. Boromir lays back in his bed contemplating what the riddle may represent.

A hobbit barely making 3 feet hops down the stairs to open up the tavern. He has no experience in serving customers or pouring a ale let the least, yet for his good friend Boromir he will do it no matter how ridiculous he will look. Hopefully the customers will not give him a hard time anyway and where is the owner of this tavern anyway he wonders.

Unable to keep pace with the angry minotaur, Elayra returns to the inn. As she steps through the doorway, she notices the hobbit scurrying about the tavern. "Excuse me small one, where is Boromir?"