One bright morning, the town suddenly sees a flood of Draconian soldiers making their way to the tavern. They appear to be far more relaxed than usual, some of them not even in armor or armed, and quite chatty.“So, what did you think of the Pri- I mean… The King’s speech?”“I think he’s being far more generous than I would have been. Everyone who opposed him should be dead.” A Draconian with green scales says.“What do you mean? That shit came out of nowhere. One minute we were training, the next we were defending the king. And that’s what we’re trained to do.” A yellow scaled Draconian replies.“Yeah. Can’t fault all of us for doing our job. I think he’s doing the right thing.” A red scaled Draconian this time.“Of course, you do. You just want to be all up in-“ The green scaled Draconian starts to say but the red scaled Draconian punches him in the shoulder. “Ow! Asshole…”Inside, the tavern is full to bursting with soldiers. Drinks are being passed around as quickly as they are being made. A waitress squeals as a Draconian steps on her and he immediately looks over his shoulder and grunts an apology. The general chatter has them speaking so loudly to each other that they can easily be heard outside.Wandering the streets of Volaire are groups of Draconian soldiers. They chat idly as they wander the streets. A few stop in at the Artisan’s Guild to take a look at the wares. A few Draconians hang out on the docks, careful to stay out of the way of any workers.Overall, the chatter seems to vary from group to group.But in general… The topic of conversation… is King Kalil.

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It's with a heavy heart that I inform everyone that Hank passed away this afternoon. He was surrounded by his family and loved ones.

Saige enters the room, closing the door behind her. She walks over to Cassia and sits in the floor in front of him, smiling.

"You know, I hadn't really considered that. Maybe that's why undead are so grumpy all the time. I'll have to talk to Jade about getting them sweaters too."

She studies him as he works, checking to make sure he looks okay.

"Sorry I haven't visited sooner."

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"Just for a little bit. I'll see how he's doing, then maybe he'll be up for officially meeting you."

Saige gives Storm a quick kiss on the cheek, then heads down the hall. When she gets to the closed door, she knocks gently before sticking her head in.

"Cassia?"

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“Oh, Jade? Hmmm… I guess she’s doing fine. I just got to see her again after a while. You’ll probably get to talk to her more when we move everybody to Seshtau!”

Saige listens, the frowns.

“Which room is he in? I want to talk to him.”

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Saige laughs as they tackle her, and she picks all of them up in a tight hug. She looks over to Ruvean and says a quick, "Hi Dad!"

At Valerian's comment, Saige turns to him, confused. She sets everyone down.

"I hope you're not talking about Storm, Valerian. Because we'd have to fight, and I can totally kick your ass now!" She gives him an evil grin. "But don't worry, I'm working on finding you somebodyyyy."

She looks around at everyone, and her smile falters. She gets quiet and looks to Sylissa.

"How is Cassia? Sorry I haven't come to see him yet..."

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Saige takes in the chaos, grinning. She steps forward, and very loudly shouts, "HI EVERYBODYYYY!"

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One evening, just as the sun is setting, Saige and Storm can be seen heading towards the Forsetidale embassy building. She knocks on the door, intending to go visit her family.

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Miquella makes his way into the guild and checks up on things. Ensures paperwork is done and that everyone is okay. He will then make his way to his office. 

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Vesta’s face deadpans as she looks to Jade. She blinks once, then twice.

“I will never be that desperate, Baroness. I appreciate the… kind thought though.”

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“How about… I’ll stop wearing makeup under my eyes, so that you can tell when I haven’t slept, and get on my ass about it. You can be as insufferable about it as I have been about your love life.”

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Vesta sighs and shoves her face into the pillow, groaning. After a few seconds, she looks up again, calm.

“Well, first, Selena requested that I ask for your assistance with any items that may… delay my inevitable death when I’m adventuring with the group. I don’t want to ask that of you. There’s no purpose, I cannot fight, and therefore I should not go. I am just relaying that message.”

She sighs again.

“The thing I do wish to ask your assistance in, however, is keeping an eye on me. Particularly my mental status. I ask this of you as my… friend.”

Vesta begins picking at her nails.

“You’ve probably noticed that I have been exhausted recently. It’s worse than I care to admit to anyone, but Selena lectured me, so I am telling you about it. When I don’t sleep, everything gets worse. I struggle to tell reality from visions, or nightmares, or whatever else is fucking around in my head. I have… bad thoughts. If you could just do me a favor, and keep an eye out, I would appreciate it. I’m about to drink a potion when you leave so that I’m forced to sleep. This may have to become a routine for me.”

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"Oh, about Saige? Let's see... She uh, started running directly towards me and almost gave me a heart attack. I was not expecting a crazed, grinning vampire to be barreling towards me. Fortunately Storm was with her so I didn't freak out too badly... Oh, she told me that she could 'hear my blood' in the vardo and apparently was lurking around the other night. I kindly asked her not to repeat that. I have enough nightmares as it is." Vesta taps her chin. "I asked her why she hated Miquella so much. To be honest, she got pretty scary as soon as I mentioned it. I probably shouldn't have asked, but I didn't know."

She furrows her brows, thinking.

"Apparently Edgar punched a hole in her chest, and now she wants to beat him in arm wrestling?? Seems he's no stranger to getting on women's nerves. Oh, and she said she attacked you and Zuigrii. Honestly, what kind of stuff did you all get up to before I arrived?"

She hums for a moment.

"She did offer me a friendship rock though. I accepted it, if only to be better than Miquella. Enemy of my enemy is my friend, and all that. Not that he's necessarily an enemy. Just an asshole."

Vesta looks to Jade.

"Wait... did you mean for me to talk about how I need your assistance? Oops. I'm tired and rambling, aha."

It's obvious that she's trying to stall the conversation about asking Jade for help.

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Vesta falls onto her couch with a huff. She appears exhausted, the dark circles under her eyes rivaling an undead's. She quickly downs her glass and sets it on the table.

"It's not life or death, so you can stop panicking. I just got out of a long conversation with Selena." She pulls her feet up onto the couch. "As much as I hate to ask it of you, I need your assistance. With... a few things."

She grabs one of her pillows and begins toying with the tassel trim.

"Oh, I met Saige, by the way. It was... interesting?"

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