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[Sirus]

"I...I dunno if he had dark green hair, I never met him and ma never mentioned it one way or another. All I know is that his name was Lyon, and he worked as an apothecary."

[Haspen]

"W-what!" The Magister clutched his chest and Fyra stood up to tend to him, while Spymaster snickered.

"Ha ha haaa! Now this is rich." Fyra helped the Magister regain himself, while General Carlinn looked at Grifen, dumbfounded.

"I... I apologize, but I do not believe I follow, Magister..." Magister Torriani sat properly, dismissing Fyra with a gentle touch, and then he looked at Grifen, at her face, at her dark green hair.

"My dear child. There is a little known fact that Emperor Troy V had three children of lawful marriage. Three sons, of which two died in infancy, and the third one ran away in his youth to pursue his craft of medicine and herbalism. Troy VI wasn't of the lawful marriage, as he was a bastard born of Troy V and one of his harem ladies. That's why neither Empress Helra nor current Emperor had and have, respectively, dark green hair." Others listened attentively.

"My father was a close friend and acquitance of that one prince, whose birth-given name was Alain. But once out of the court, what would be the best way to cut the past than change one's name? He switched his name to... Lyon." The Imperial officers paled while the Spymaster couldn't stop giggling at the sheer improbability of this happenstance. Magister Torriani stood up and walked up to Grifen, taking her young hands into his old, wrinkled ones.

"My dear child." He said, whispering, his voice trembling. "Young lady. Listen, the last time my father met Prince Alain, or Lyon, was fifty-some years ago, when he boasted that he had a beautiful baby girl with some Mireosian woman. Do you understand? You are the great-grandchild of Troy V! You should be sitting on the Imperial Throne right now!" The Spymaster stopped giggling, but kept smirking, while the Imperial officers were frozen in silence.

[Xanmyral]

"Actually some newly bought tomes. While the general idea of them and the magic within is parallel, sometimes there are interesting divergences." The historian said without looking up, but after a moment he seemed to finish the paragraph and closed the tome, finger holding his spot.

"I... Figured we'd be on the move again soon. My last tome burned up by feedback, I didn't want to be defenseless with what is to probably come." Fezz didn't seem particularly pleased, but it was pushed aside quickly. "I have the ruin on a map and know well where to begin my search, but..." He sighed. "Best I focus on something more present. For now. I'd rather look through my old sources, however, than new ones but..." His hand spun a bit and he frowned, letting the thought die and taking another drink from the skin.

"Enough of that though. Enjoying the peace?"

[Powder Miner]

Having successfully finished her acquisition of bows and stuff, Efa (with not an awful lot better to do) wandered in the general direction of the town square.

[Haspen]

Suddenly!

An arm wrapped around Efa's waist as a drunken soldier, still wearing his imperial breastplate, hugged her. He had a pleasant face and lovely brown hair, but was thoroughly smashed and his breath reeked of alcohol.

"Ayyy, such a beauty shouldn't wander alone on such wonderful night! Come have a drink with us all!" He said, waving at his companions and so other ladies who were drinking equally heavily between nearby tavern and a statue in middle of nearby plaza.

[Powder Miner]

Efa pried the intoxicated man's arm off of her waist, with a look of disgust.
:"No, I... would rather not. I'm more than fine alone."

[Haspen]

He toppled over and smashed facefirst on the cobblestones.

"Ougghh, why are you so cruel, pretty girl..." He sat up on the road, clutching his face and looking around in dizziness.

[CrimsonEon]

: "Oh, good. We'll have time to look that ruin over again later, it is probable we'll be out and about again soon. Then again, didn't Classy-Mask say he was the one who needed to be here?"
Alec glanced around the inn again.
: "Yeah, you could say that I'm enjoying the peace but... Have you seen Julius at all since we arrived in the city?"

[Powder Miner]

Efa gaped at the man.
:"Guy... I didn't even push you, you sort of... fell over on your own. You... You even fell the opposite of the way I pulled your arm. How's that even work??"

[Haspen]

"I was so befuddled by your beauty that I nixed the laws of nature and fell like so!" The soldier grinned at his ultra-strong pick-up line game.

[Powder Miner]

Efa dragged her hand down her face with a sigh and a disbelieving look (and an eyeroll).
:"I... see. Eeexactly how much have you been drinking?"

[Haspen]

"Only two hours!"

"Two hours isn't that much, young man!" And old man, sitting on a bench under the statue, shouted. "You should go drink more, to impress the lady!" The soldier let out a loud laugh and then went to rejoin his comrades.

"Pour me more! I needa impress the girl there!" He croaked at his compatriots while the old man shook his head.

[Powder Miner]

Efa took a step away, but then turned back... some level of morbid curiosity made her want to watch the point at which this guy got so wasted he couldn't walk.

[Haspen]

He resumed drinking heavily.

Apparently he forgot what it was about because soon he was singing with his soldiers and pinching one of the present maidens on her backside.

[Powder Miner]

Huh. Well, that was a surprisingly easy way to exit the situation then.
:"Drunk people... geez."
Aaaand she made her way off, continuing to the town square!