Night Cap

The doors to the tavern swing open and two familiar people step inside. One is a human with long blonde hair wearing the Guildmistress favor for the Artisan's Guild and the other is the wolf beastkin, Zuiigri. They walk through the tavern and up to the bar, each taking seats. 

"Oi there, Vin. How is it tonight?" Sylvia asks as she adjusts herself on the barstool.

The barkeep walks up and chuckles heartily. "Same ole, same ole, Miss Sylvia. Welcome welcome. And aye, Zuiigri! What'll you both be having?"

Zuigrii sits down next to Sylvia. “I know supplies are low but at least start us off with 3 glasses of whatever is best. It’s not a night to spare expense.”

"You'd be right 'bout prices. Havin' to charge out me ass to cover costs." The barkeep chuckles and then slaps the counter before turning away. "Top tier comin' right up."

He turns back around and sets three tumblers on the counter, pops the cork out of a bottle, and pours dark liquid into the glasses. 

"Might as well leave the bottle, Vin." Sylvia says reaching for one of the glasses.

The barkeep nods and puts the cork back in the bottle and slides it between them. "If'n ya need me, just holler."

Sylvia picks up the glass and holds it out in preparation to cheers Zuiigri. "To Guildmistress Lyra, may her legacy live on through her work."

Zuigrii picks up his glass and cheers Sylvia and then the third glass. “To the guildmistress. Let her hammer blows ring out with the thunder.” 

He downs his drink and places his glass back on the bar. 

Sylvia smiles and clangs her class against Zuiigri's. "Here here!"

She downs her glass and slams it onto the countertop. She takes a breath and then picks up the bottle. She pours another for herself and holds the bottle over Zuiigri's glass, waiting for his nod of approval before pouring. 

"I'm sure she's bossing around the other spirits. Wherever she is. Wonder if she ended up in the Graveyard of Lost Souls?" Sylvia snorts a laugh. "Doubtful. That woman was never lost in her life. But wherever she is, I know her hammer is going."

Zuigrii nods to his glass for the next round. 

“There is no way she’s there. If she was, the gates would have been busted open and we’d be getting berated for not working right now.”