Dwelling on the future
"I suggest we tell no one else but Kagura and Xavier of our plans, and the details of what has happened. The rest is up to her to inform her court on," I sigh reluctantly, lacing my fingers together as I rest my chin up on top of my hands.
It has come to the point in the night where the vast majority of the tavern is drunk enough to start losing scraps of dignity, and so upon noticing this little collection of outside individuals across the room, have since begun to holler with wavering, drunken voices. For the most part, it is merely amiable banter:
'Come and have a drink with us!'
'Where you from, outsiders?'
But occasionally the rambunctious giggles of the female population begin to rise over the crows of drunkards and faery folk as they whisper to each other about which one of the boys at our table they would take home tonight. It appears Ithuriel and I make quite a popular bet, if only for our... exotic, appearances.