Trisha shrugged in her booth across from Sylvia. "Hopefully, that's the last. It's nearly nighttime, anyways," she replied, rotating her shoulders, which responded with a stacatto of weary pops, much to her delight.
"Yeah," the mage replied, rubbing her wrist unconciously, where once existed a magic dampener. "And they're gonna telltheir friends, but bungle up the story in the process..." she muttered.
The weretigress snorted. "Tell me about it. I heard a version that put us as 'hanging from a oak tree, tied together with our own entrails'." She then grinned. "I nearly showed that jackass his OWN entrails."
Sylvia moaned as she slid down in her seat. "I feel bad for Miss Ranko, though. She was actually kind of nice, AND YOU KNOW IT!" she half shouted at her companion, who was shuddering.
She smiled weakly. "Sorry. It's just not everyday where you teach your bane on how to turn human," she apologized. Trisha looked down at the table, where her ale was beginning to turn stale. "You're right though; those Edge Guard guys REALLY overstated our story."
* * *
Trisha wondered briefly at why she suddenly felt like she was black and white, then shrugged. This went unnoticed by the werelion and jagwere, who were alternating between staring at them and frantically writing down notes. Quite frankly, she would be impressed if anyone could actually read the hastily scribbled messages.
"And what happened then?" Gar asked, staring at the two previously captive women.
The elf could not prevent a sweatdrop from rolling down the back of her head; the sight of these two "professional" warriors acting panicky at the mention of a sabertoothed werecat was strangely humorous. "Er... and then after Miss Ranko learned how to shift, and figured out that she could learn magic..."
"...Beast... forces weretiger... to reveal secrets..." Onoli muttered as he jotted down the notes. He then grabbed a blank sheet of paper, putting the now covered sheet on top of a steadily growing pile.
Sylvia and Trisha sighed at hearing the werelion; not much they could do about it, as, for some reason, the werecats heard a slightly altered version of their tale. "... She then let us go, after giving us a knife each so that we could protect ourselves..." the weretigress continued, shaking her head at the sight of the two.
"... the two escape... steals weapons to protect themselves... in case of pursuit..." the jagwere mumbled, accidentally poking a hole through the parchment.
The mage groaned; she could tell immediately that this was trouble.
* * *
Sylvia watched confusedly as her drinking partner sat up straight, looking around as if puzzled. "What?"
"Er... nothing..." Trisha admitted. "It's just I had a very strange feeling just now. As though I was suddenly filled with color..." She blushed at the wide eyed look her friend was giving her.
"Okay... I think you should just lay off of the alcohol right now..." Sylvia started, then blinked as the sight of a tall, gourgeous weretiger suddenly appeared next to their booth; she also noted a sudden annoyed and furious look come across Trisha's face.
The weretiger studied the mage. "I see. So you are the ones captured by that monster," he intoned, scanning her from head to toe, which made the elf blush scarlet. "Well," he said, after a long pause, then turned slowly to look at her friend, "maybe the two of you should be checked over by... oh shit," he finsihed, in a surprisingly calm manner.
Suprisingly calm, in the face of a foot rocketing towards one's head.
The weretigress stood up after sending the other were into a nearby table. "C'mon Sylvia, we're leaving," she ordered darkly, slamming several coins on the table. She then turned stiffly, and stomped out of the pub.
Sylvia stared at her back stupidly for several moments, then rushed out of the booth, glancing back over her shoulder at the rather cute, and rather unconcious, weretiger. She struggled to catch up with the other's quick march. "Hey, what was that about?" she questioned, which caused Trisha to halt.
She took several deep breaths, before turning towards her much shorter friend. "That... asshole..." she struggled to contain her fury, "you saw me deck, is Tigra. Do not go anywhere near him." Sylvia cupped her chin in a pale skinned hand.
"Tigra..." she mused, then linked. "Oh yeah! He's that Guard who's known as the biggest playboy in Seer's Hamlet!" she exclaimed. SHe then remembered the look on the girl's face in the pub. "Let me guess," she said, looking at the furious were's face, "he seduced you, then ran off with another girl after a few days?" she asked.
Trisha growled, with cleched teeth, "Try a few hours." Sylvia winced.
"Ouch. That's tough..."
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