Mia sat in the quaint tavern in Kellen. A sign that swung outside labelled it as the Green Gryphon, and the name seemed absurd to her but... it sounded good enough for a tavern she supposed. At the moment Mia was in her real form and thereby called herself Mia instead of her alter ego Rivka. She sat alone at the back of the tavern. The corner was well lit and provided a good view of the 5 beer mugs placed in various places around the table.

Mia brushed her black hair out of her stunning blue eyes. She gazed across the table at the mugs mentally deciding which one she should start with. Each was empty and didn’t seem as though they had even had a drop of liquid in them this night. Mia had specifically requested the glasses with a few odd looks from the barmaids before they send the bartender himself back to her. He had brought her the glasses a few minutes ago and she could still see him at the bar casting her curious glances every now and again.

Tonight she was working on her aim.

Mia’s head rested on her hands which were propped up on the table by her elbows. She removed one hand from the knot and lifted a finger. She had chosen the glass in the middle of the table and cast the Create Water spell. The water appeared above the glass and hovered for a minute before crashing to the table. Half went in the mug while the other splashed across the table. Not seeming to be bothered by the miss Mia began selecting another glass.

Eliel walked into the tavern and took a seat without waiting for anybody to seat him. He picked a seat near a woman whom had just splashed water on the table. He watched, quite amused. The woman was apparently rather new at this particular spell. Eliel himself knew few spells, but the ones he knew he could use with surprising precision.

He smiled as half the spell went into the glass. He gave a little half-hearted clap. Eliel stood, walking to the table. He leaned over it, one hand on the table, the other behind his back Today he had left his cloak and daggers at home, wearing a simple tunic and pants. As extravagant as he was, he had chosen to belt his simple pants with a thin silver rope, same color as his tunic, but a bit shinier. His defense was his wand, the drow scimitar, and his singular right gauntlet hanging by a piece of twine off his belt.

Perhaps he was overarmed.

“Almost got it, there. But I'm assuming yer thinking of it as an object being tossed, right? It's a bit simpler than that. All has to do with what you're thinking, see. You have to imagine casting it right over the cup. But that's just me.” He smiled as he spoke.

The hinges of the Green Gryphon whined quietly as a particularly young fellow entered the inn. It was probable he was lost, but doubtful with the way he held himself an casually walked around. His saunter was aimless at first, wandering around as if he was in the middle of the plains just outside. It seemed this particularly young fellow was particularly odd, as well.

However, two individuals caught his eye in the corner; or rather, one of the two did. Sure enough, the cruel moon elf that he seemed to constantly run into was working on the aim of one of her spells that she had even used against the boy. Standing on the other side of the table was another fellow that hadn't seated himself yet; the potential for trouble widened the grin under the boy's mask of white and purple.

The boy had waited until he approached the table and was clearly in Mia's view to change his atire to one similar to the other gentleman's. The boy made a exaggeration of yanking upwards on his pants in a haughty show. Holding a hand out in the air, he cast an illusion of a skull resting in his palm and his mask took on a new expression:

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Mia didn’t take much noticed of the people travelling in and out of the tavern. The others inside the building were of no interest to her. Therefore she never noticed when a man sat near her table, until he clapped. She raised her eyes from the table to gaze at the drow. Mia let her eyes wander over his body, taking in the view of the man and all of his... toys.

She listened as he spoke but didn’t smile or nod, instead she cast the spell again at the same glass. It hovered in the air for a moment before falling into the glass. Water sloshed over the side and onto the table, adding to the puddle that was already there. But even though it went over the side all of it had initially landed in the glass.

Mia smiled at the man.

”Thanks for the tip.” Mia motioned to a chair beside herself. ”Sit. I’m sure you have more knowledge that would be useful to me. I’m Mia. And you?”

Then Mia caught a sight behind Eliel and her mood soured. The boy seemed to be everywhere and he had the knack for driving her mad already. Her expression hardened and she mouthed the word ‘What?’.

Eliel grinned at her next attempt. It was a bit messy, but it all landed in the glass. He chuckled. “Well done. The tip was nothing, just helping someone get used to a new spell.” He smiled warmly. He took a seat at her will. “Thank you, Mia. I'm Eliel.” He chuckled lightly.

“I'm not sure of how much use I can be. I have few spells, but I can use them well. It doesn't take much. It's mostly in your way of thinking. Think of yourself more of a conduit, allowing the passage of certain actions of magic.” He ordered an ale from a passing waitress and looked back at Mia. Her attention turned to something behind him.

Eliel turned halfheartedly and saw a childlike form, wearing a mask. He saw a skull in the boy's hand and wondered what such a young one would be doing with such a thing. He watched carefully, wondering how the two knew each other. A wheezing barking sound came from a pouch at his side, startling him a little.

Eliel reached down and took up roy in one hand, setting him on the table. The ball of fur scurried over to the puddle of water on the table and began lapping at it. He seemed harmless enough, but he was the guard for Eliel's home. Not much use at the moment,. But hopefully he could find a spell soon enough to allow Roy to become a deadly force.

Considering he didn't cuddle up to the first intruder he met, of course. Roy stopped lapping up the mess and looked around with beady eyes, black dots in it's fur. Eliel shook his head and looked back at the youth.

“Hello, there.”