This area of Taras was not well-known for its hospitality, nor its tourist appeal. In fact, the only attraction was a bar that was literally a hole in the wall. The owner had made it himself, using a hammer he had stolen from a blacksmith in a more respectable part of town and a coneveniently empty, former guard office. The soldiers stationed there had left after realizing that crime accounted for over half of the income of the area. The bar itself consisted of a long plank of wood, leaning up against one wall at one end and tilting down to touch the floor on the other. Strangers were never welcome here, unless their purses were full and they had a tendency to wander off alone in dark alleys. Seele snorted and stared down at the thick liquid in his cracked mug. According to the owner, it was coffee, but the elf was pretty sure that no form of coffee was supposed to melt the rusty spoon he had attempted to stir it with. He spit in the cup and slid it back to the bartender, who was currently wiping a relatively clean glass with a filthy rag. Seele could see the murky glass become more opaque as he worked on it and tried not to grimace. This truly was a disgusting place. "Nevermind. I think I'd rather be thirsty."

The bartender responded with a guttural grunt, which seemed to consist the entirety of his vocabulary, and set down the dirty glass. Using a wooden spoon, he scooped the coffee out and back into the barrel under the bar. Seele looked at the various cups of the people around him, trying to see if there was anything that appeared drinkable in this place, when a rough hand grabbed him by the shoulder. "Look at the pretty elf, thinksh hesh too good for ush here..." Seele glanced over his shoulder at the man, obviously drunk. He had a cruel sneer on his stubbly face and stank of stale ale, his tunic stained with missed drinks. "Got a problem with ush, elvshy boy? Don't like our... shtyle?" He staggered, pulling out a dirty, notched dagger. "My boysh at home would love to getsh shome nice, pointy earsh..." He lurched forward, clumsily brandishing the weapon. "Filthy elvesh..."

Seele glanced around the dirty bar, noting that several other people had pulled out something blunt or sharp. He was about to respond calmly when a wave of anger hit him. This dirty human thought he had the right to speak to us this way! Punish him Seele! End him! Before he could thinka bout what he was doing, the elf had grabbed Huginn from inside his cloak. The dagger moved as quickly as a striking snake, spearing the man's jugular vein. Seele jumped out of the chair, grabbing the drunken man's ear before he could even fall back. "Thank you. I needed that..."[/i] He rippedx the long, black dagger out of the man's throat, letting him fall to the floor, gurgling as his blood pooled amid the dust and discarded mugs. The people in the bar had all frozen, watching the blood-spattered elf as he examined the blade of the dagger, panting heavily. When he looked up his golden eyes were fierce and cracklign with dark energy. The pupils, which had appeared normal before, were now the shape of dark hourglasses, spinning in their pools of gold.

[color=gray]"Please, help me... Help me feel alive..."

With a maniacal laugh he leapt onto the bar plank, spinning the bloody dagger. The man next to him tried to grab for the bleeding man's dagger, but Seele lashed out with one foot, snapping his head back with a devastating CRACK! Seele cackled and put all of his weight ont he foot, smashing the man's skull against the floor. The next man who jumped at him met Huginn's blade in his shoulder. Seele sneered derisively. "Pathetic. This is barely even exercise..." He reached into the cloak, pulling out the matching dagger. Muginn flashed as he stabbed her into the man's stomach, ripping open his gut. He fell back, dropping the makeshift club and trying to hold his insides together. Seele stood in an empty circle, blood dripping from hsi dual blades. Some of the crowd had left, but the majority was too drunk or too stupid to leave. They were wielding daggers, clubs, and in a two cases, swords. Seele grinned, licking a drop of blood off of his cheek.

"Dance, my pretties..." He threw out both hands, letting go of the daggers. They began to fall, before stopping in mid-air, as if suspended from two pieces of string. They began to spin before rocketing into the crowd. Seele laughed as the screams started.