Missy looked up as four people entered the bar.
”Hey you were right in your assumption that she would be here”, remarked the bard to the zenmaster.
”Well, I had a premonition”. ”Call it zenmaster’s intuition, if you will”. , the zenmaster responded.
The bard, the warlock, and the assassin shook hands with Missy. The zenmaster gave her a hug. The zenmaster felt confident that he could read the relief in her eyes that her final encounter with Kerah had not ended in disaster.
”Where are the other two?” , asked Missy.
”They are with Stackman at town hall”, replied the bard. ”I suspect they will be around shortly”. ”But after all Stackman is the best at negotiating, and having just had us save Brimloch Roon and the entire Gael Serran, I am pretty sure that he can make Duke Brinsly appoint us for some good positions out there”. ”In fact Stackman was hoping to see you later” , he continued.
Missy looked at the bar counter pondering the situation. After all Stackman was one of the gods from Ironworks. Did she dare ask him if he knew anything of her father?… Did she want to know at all?
They all sat down at the bar.
”I will take a bloodlust potion on the rock”, the assassin said to the bartender and while the rest of the party ordered a drink the zenmaster turned to Missy. ”I trust you will not deny me a round of boogre snooker later?”, he asked.
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