The night was dark and the moon seemed to have glowed, just about. It had been cold and dead here for a while, not very many were out today at this time of night. The weather seemed like if a vampire would be out hunting any humanoid present at Balefire. But nothing seemed to make any motion around the town what so ever. Just a tavern is all Lindsey saw in the distance. The windows seemed to have a faint glow and it looked like only so many of them were there.

Lindsey entered the Purple Lantern Tavern now and when he did, the place was different then what Lindsey had imagined. Tavern had been darkened and looked really creepy. He saw a few, just sitting around on the scattered tables, seemingly drinking ale, and getting a few hang-overs.

Lindsey went up to a vacant table and sat there. He looked at the window ahead of him. He began to hear things, things that would have made some one paranoid.
Lindsey smashed his hand into the wooden table he sat. A loud thud was heard throughout the tavern, while Lindsey sat there disturbing the peace. No one knew why he was angry, not even he knew what was wrong. Or maybe he did. He didn’t really like sharing things with others, as it was really none of their business. He looked up and noticed people staring, eventually if they kept up doing what they were, Lindsey would have trashed the place. He was planning on getting drunk as well.

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Maelira slowly opened the door and slid into the tavern. She was always weary in places like this as there was always a drunk or a brawl of some sort. Usually she tended to get roped into the brawls for some odd reason, perhaps it was her short tollerance for anthing annoying. The hood of her black cloak was draped over her head shadowing her dark face further. A braid of white platnium hair poked out of her hood to the right side of her face.

Looking around the bar for a empty table, or seat for that matter. The bar was fairly crowded. As she was taking her hood off she spotted an young looking drunk human sitting near the windows. It was the only empty seat so M'ira figured it was better than standing.

But first she had other business to attend to: a drink. M'ira walked up to the bar and ordered a large pint of rum for herself. She was figuring that the rum would at least ease the seating arangement. The bartender handed her a pint of rum and she handed him a coin. She wasn't going to fork over more as the coins were fairly hard to come by for the unemployed. Grabbing her drink off the counter and taking a large gulp, she made her way over to the empty seat she had scouted out earlier.

"G'd'evening young sir," she in a reasonably polite tone. "Is this seat taken?" She could tell that the young man was fairly angry and knew this was probably going to make more of a scene than she wanted.

Lindsey noitced a girl walk in the tavern. Everyone stood even more quieter after she came. Lindsey noticed the large gulp she took and he rolled his eyes up. He took a deep breath, not knowing what he was thinking. Just the fact that the place was crowded and that lots were annoying Lindsey.
He noticed her look over to where he sat. He got the impression that she thought about joining him. Lindsey had no problem at all. Just that if she annoyed him then she would eventually get griped at by Lindsey. All he ever wanted now was to hurt someone. He quickly looked over to the girl that walked in the tavern, Lindsey was eventually right. She had went up to him and asked if the seat was taken and Lindsey gave a frown. The seat wasnt taken but she reallyl wasnt welcomed there either. Lindsey didnt want to put up with anything else. He just wanted to find his sister and get that over with.

Lindsey looked at the girl once more.No, its not taken. Sit! I dont care. Just dont get like all the others.Lindsey kept the frown and looked back at the barmaid. He yelled out for a drink.
She would eventually come and get his order. The place was dark inside and Lindsey would have left once he got his drink. The girl in front of him might wanted a conversation with him. But he didnt mind, not so much anymore. Things seemed to calm down but nothing else could be said about him. He sat there looking at the girl now and waiting for the barmaid to come with his alcohol.

M'ira looked at him strangly for a second. She had not known what he meant by 'get like all the others'. "Sir," she said quitely. "what do you mean by 'get like all the others'? That expression is foreign to me, or at least your meaning for it."

She smiled as she pulled out the chair, quietly sitting herself down. She could tell that talking probably annoyed this child; and M'ira wasn't the most social of types so that didn't bother her one bit. Gulping down a sip of her rum, she looked over the rim at the man she waited for an answer to her question. It may have not been a brilliant idea to ask, but curiosity often overuled comon curtosy and sence in M'ira's mind. She doubted that she would get an answer for it until he got his beer, he seemed dead set upon getting it quickly.