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When ever? >>She stuck out her hand to the male, flashing that old bright smile once more<< I'm Niana. Pleased to meet you. >>The female turned her head to the band members, grinning<< Hey! I'm off. Tell Tay I quit!

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>>She smiled innocently at them before looking back at the strange male<< Just have to go into the back and grab my things. And get out of this dress.

I should only be a few minutes. >>The wanderer spoke with a nod before hopping off the stage. She walked to the side of the stage then after taking back her hand to reach into the tip jar and split it 5 ways. One of the piles went straight to the small pouch on the side of her hip, and the rest went back into the jar<< Oh, and what are the people generally like in this, castle?

>>She blinked at the door even after it swung shut. Unique. She had met a lot of different people...Some were good, some were bad. The female had just been wondering if violence was a common occurance there. Niana sighed and walked towards the door leading to the back<<

Niana, whats this about you-

I'm enacting my two weeks notice a little early. Found a better job. >>She flashed a smile at the plump man. His face turned redder then a tomato<< You knew my conditions upon hiring me. I leave when I want.

... >>He exhaled slowly, a hand lifting to touch his forehead<< Is there any way to have you change your mind?

>>Slowly she shook her head, reaching out to pat his shoulder<< I'm sorry. You'll find another singer soon enough. Just be patient.

yeah, yeah. Just...The Sirens Call will always have a slot for you.

Tay, you big softy! >>She gasped before laughing lightly<< I'll miss you. Goodluck. >>She quickly dissapeared behind the back before he could say anything else. She hated goodbyes<<

You are back early...

Change of plans. >>The female twisted her hand just as a small flame appeared above it. The light illuminated the small space<<

Were you fired again?

>>Niana laughed, a little stronger now then before as she moved towards her black cloak on the small table in the corner<< Not quite.

>>It didn't take long for her to get ready, having practiced this a thousand times before. She folded the dress and placed it on the table, having little need for it now as skin tight black pants and shirt clung to her for movement, with a dozen pouches and clips...She twirled the cape around her shoulders to cover her body before flipping up the hood and tying it tightly shut infront. Where once was an attractive woman, was now a shrouded stranger. She blew out the candle and exited<< We're out. >>Was all she said, in warning to her companion. The female continued out of the bar, earning a few curious looks in her direction. She left as quietly as she had previously entered<< Ready when you are.

>>She nodded back before following, moving with a sense of cautiousness that hadn't been there before. She was very careful not to even graze the people they walked beside, yet never made a single sharp turn. Not to say she didn't keep up with the male just fine, after practicing this way of walking for decades. The female blinked perplexedly at the door<< This...is a sky castle? >>Another group trying to rape and/or kill her. Wonderful. She humored him and opened the door<< If this is a joke of some sort... >>She'd have to find another job. Damn. But the male merely closed the door again, not pushing her in or threatening her with weapons. As was custom with her...people really did not like her kind<< A trick? Wait, so this is like, a magic door? >>It swung open, and her eyes widened noticably before quickly looking about them in the ally, only to return gawking at the room. Dazedly she shuffed inside, the hair standing on end of her body as if expecting to feel a magic wall for the illusion<< This is certainly a new magic to me...

Clintomus pushed the door open and then closed it behind himself before walking across the bar to sit at a table that allowed him to look directly at the door he entered into. Anyone could assume why he would want to keep an eye out on anyone behind him, but they would all be incorrect in their assumptions. What he was watching was the shadow that was now nothing more than the shadow of a man that walked under the door and ended up sitting on the shadow of the chair next to Clintomus. It was as if someone had sat in the chair and was casting a normal shadow.

The good thing was that the shadow was no longer projecting thoughts into the minds of others. It just caused what it was touching to become warm. So now it was warming the floor of the bar.

Clintomus ordered himself a light drink and then looked back to the door, as if expecting someone. "He will probably appear just like the twins tend to..." He laughed softly to himself.

He smiled almost as if expecting what happened, but truth was he didn't. "And rumour has it legends of me only exist in Chanderre. So that would mean you have likely visited." He nodded and then motioned to the seat opposite the shadow. "Have a seat. I'm curious to know if legend may also explain that." He leaned forward and pointed at the shadow. "It's been following me."

When the waitress returned with his glass Clintomus nodded in thanks with a smile and then took a quick sip before looking back at the man who he had only heard a bit of. "So I suppose you may know why I travel, and why I go alone. Leaving the kingdom in capable hands until I should be able to return as the King I should be. I don't suppose you have any guidance yourself Sir...?" He paused in anticipation that it would cause him to directly reveal his name.

The shadow form shifted slightly and then it changed from the form of a man to that of a small mischievous animal before running beside Ontaros's shadow to sit.