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"No need to defend me kind cloak swirling man. These two are probably afraid of me, why look." Montar cast a quick illusion, and to all his allies it appeared as though nothing happened, the illusion he cast however made him look like his enemies worst fear embodied and standing there. "Boo."

With a pop Montar vanished, and scurried back into the room witht the guards. Not be scared by his illusion were they. Not buying pies eh? Well it was marketing scheme time. A mischivious look on his face a pie went soaring, right into a guards face, and he popped into invisibility again, scurrying back into the lobby. They had to have at least tried it.

Once Omika had started ushering the two out, the soldiers returned to their drinking and loud talk. It was broken suddenly when the gnome appeared and splattered a pie in a soldier's face. No one moved, no one made a sound as they all watched a bit a pie drip from their comrade's face. Tension built in the air till it was so thick, it threatened to explode in a fury of wraith and anger. But all that tension dispersed when one of the guards, a more light hearted fellow, walked over to the man with the pie in his face, wiped some of it off with his finger, and tasted it.

"Mmh. Not bad." The said simply, and all the others laughed before returning once again to their drinks and talk.


Once Omika had escorted Montar and Matthew out into the lobby and they were out of sight from the guards, Omika dropped her head and sighed. "I wish you hadn't of done that..." She whinned, moving over to the nearest chair and taking a seat. She brought a hand up to her temple and rested her head on it, looking tired and slightly older.

After a quick moments rest, Omika looked up at the two. "You don't actually have to leave, I wouldn't do that to anyone, but I'll have to ask you to make yourself a bit scarce. You can go around back and into the hotsprings if you like, just don't let the guards notice you. I don't need any more trouble from them, and I'd like to keep this place standing."

Taking a long breath and closing her eys briefly, Omika continued, "They shouldn't be here long, so please, don't cause any trouble." She opened her eyes again and leveled them with a determined stare. "I appreiciate the well wishes, but I can take care of myself. No offense, but you don't know how things work here, and you'll only cause trouble." With that said, Omika stood, seeming to have a bit more energy. She waited there to see what their response would be.

Omika raised an eyebrow at Matthew's question and his choice of words. "'Positions'?" She mused, then shrugged. "Whatever really. I'm the only person that really works here, so any help is fine. Unless you specialize in something." She pushed her bangs behind one ear as she thought about it.

"Well, uh... my skills involve being rather quiet and sneaky. I'm not too proud of that. Otherwise I noticed you have quite a few people in this place, some of which could definately cause you some trouble. Perhaps by allowing me room and board I could be a," Matthew chose his words carefully, "a loyal protector of this place? I promise not to start trouble and I'm rather clean. I also don't steal..." Matthew mumbled something under his breath which happened to sound a lot like "at least not from people who don't deserve it."

How near it was to being considered pathetic, the little effort it took to remain unnoticed here. Simply staying seated, not saying a word, and keeping his masked head down, Ivellios had avoided the entire conflict - hadn't even caught the guards' eye. Interesting, however, that this had been their location of choice. Surely, Ivellios thought, there were larger locations nearby? But then, it could be that their camp had given them little other choice than this fairly out-of-the-way inn.

Ivellios sighed at the sight of their futile combat, waving it off. Soon after, both Matthew and the gnome were shooed into the lobby. Such a ruckus over something so simple?

Matthew had finally finished 'unpacking' what a great room this was. Matthew stared at his new home for the time being with pride. He missed his own home, but he doubted it still stood. War had called so many into its clutches, Matthew wasn't of the few who didn't suffer the hardships. Matthew had built in ranks, before his talents were recognized and he was transfered to a different line of work. Currently he was pursueing a noble, who had run off from his own kingdom in search of a friend. Not to kill him, rather to help him. Though before his assignment he had met a beautiful woman named Leila. She was daring, overly optimistic, and her eyes seemed to hide no sorrow. The woman was happy with her life, and Matthew was extremely attracted to that. Matthew often felt alone, and upon meeting Leila he had never been so happy. Now he enjoyed life in ways he could never imagine. She was currently on her final assignment. She had infiltrated a secret band of mercenaries who had recently been part of some major assasinations. Matthew had gotten a promise out of her that after this mission she'd resign, and Leila would meet his parents. Then they'd get married. It was Matthew's dream. Matthew took one last look at his room, breathed a sigh of relief and smiled as he proceeded down the steps.

He doubled checked if the guards were gone, luckily they were. Upon seeing Lady Omika in the process of cleaning up, he decided she might need some help. "Excuse me m'lady, do you require some assistance creating a presentable workspace?" Matthew realized that he wasn't in the home of noble's, and corrected himself. "I mean, do you need some help cleaning up?"

Dripping wet and with a large smile on his face Montar walked into the bar. "Brillant pool out back madame Omika, beautiful pretty water." Frowning slightly he continued. "Got one of my pies wet though." Switching back to a smile he continued again. "Only one though!"

Done talking for now he pulled himself up on a barstool and leaned back, almost falling before grabbing onto the bar and pulling himself forward. "But my clothes are all wet, do you have a place to dry them? I'll give you a pie." Winking Montar smiled and plopped a pie on the bar.