Raven Flight

Duran stared at the tiny woman in front of him. "You're an unbelievably gorgeous creature. Who are you?"

"Better believe it, Shorty. You don't know who I am?" Bali did the quick height gauge in her head; she was at least an inch taller than the wide-shouldered, mandolin strumming Bard.

Duran continued to play his instrument, letting the notes drift into the afternoon air. "I do not."

"I'm Nix, the Rat-Queen. From now on, you work for me. How big is your tent?" Bali gave him the once over, his attire screamed vagabond, but he had a certain amount of charm.

"Um... Nix is actually a 'Rat-King.' That's not you."

Bali's pretty face twisted in her best Pon-scowl. "The heck you say! Fine, I'm incognito here, half-pint. I'm Duran, the ruler of Eidengal."

"Duran!" Nix waved from across the camp, where the group of Inferno Officers was forming.

Bali grinned and returned his wave. "See? Talk to you later, Bard."