Come in for a little?

[Prophet Freya]

"Ahh, so good to be here!"

The familiar voice of the Lustful Prophet made the male's heads turn as a black-shrouded female stepped in, pulling down the hood of her cloak. "Ahh, it is good to be here! How long has it been, my dear Lucian?"

As soon as the male's name was mentioned, the white tiger form of Lucian stepped forth, a purr rumbling in his throat and his tail wrapping about her flawless hips. His furry head brushed against one hand, and his tongue swiped across her fingers.

Laughing, Freya stepped forward to one of the tables, sitting down and allowing Lucian to step forward and lay beside her, his head and front paws resting in her lap. By that time, she was surrounded by a couple men, who were caressing her shoulders and attempting to reach deeper into her robe, but warning growls from the white tiger in the prophet's lap made them hesitate.

"Ah, if it isn't Miss Freya!" the first one said, "Now, how much for you on this fine evening?"

"Hm?" Freya, who wasn't really paying attention at the moment, looked up. "Oh, you?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Y'know, I'm not in the mood for a pig like you at the moment..."

The man colored slightly and narrowed his eyes. "Now, listen here, you whore!" he shouted, "I come offering you good money, and you turn me down! Why, I should--"

He was cut off by a snarl from Lucian. The tiger had sat up, bared his fangs at the insulter of his mistress, and looked as if he'd pounce at any moment. Behind the furry feline, Freya smirked.

"So, you were saying?"

[Aden Vigil]

Why was the General of the Order in such a dangerous place? Simple, he was relaxing. Even though it sounds like a fool's errand Aden knew that Osiris was busy hunting down his rogue ex-general and that even if he be planning some attacked against the Order they were ready. Aden wouldn't be stupid enough to risk his life. The bartender knew he came here, but it was kind of funny that no Knight had caught him yet.

It was obvious from the way he sat to his lithe frame he was an elf. It was even more obvious he wasn't exactly with Osiris by the fact that he wore a hood and was leaning against a back wall. Most who supported to vile King came here freely and were able to show their faces. Aden wasn't able to do that because even though his weapons were stashed under the cloak (which was slung behind his shoulders) he wasn't exactly in the mood to fight his way out.

He glanced at the Prophet as she entered and he smirked. He didn't get up to do what any other man might do. No, he was more interested in relaxing and not in trying anything with a Prophet. A low, soft, deep chuckle escaped his lips as he looked at the man that had been insulted. He drew a few gazes, but when he showed no further action towards the group people looked away.

He kept his gaze of Freya though. Lady Freya. He had yet to meet most of the Prophets and Freya was one of those he had yet to meet in person. He watched her carefully and then looked to the tiger. The animal interested him and Aden tipped his seat back so the top of the back support was against the wall and he was balancing easily on two legs.

"Animals." He muttered. He was in a rare, darker, more elogent mood then he usually was. Then again it could be the fact that he couldn't be himself or he would probably be instantly reconized.

[Prophet Freya]

Freya was about to insult the two pigs that stood before her when she heard a chuckle come from the back of the tavern. Her right ear pricked and turned to face the cloaked figure who had his place at the table. "Well, well, well!" she said to herself, slipping past her beautiful Lucian, who rubbed his head against her bust when she passed, gaining himself a little scratch under the chin from his mistress. Slowly, she sauntered past the other people in the tavern, who stared at her open-mouthed, and took her place beside the cloaked man, sitting down upon the table. "What have we here?" she asked, crossing her legs and resting her arms upon them, leaning forward in an attempt to look under this man's hood. "Amused by my little performance, eh?" she asked, her tongue snaking out of her mouth to lick at the corner of her mouth before it disappeared back behind her black painted lips.

"Tell me..." she said, her eyes widening slightly and a tone of obvious interest coming into her voice, like a little girl talking to her pet and believing it understood her. "How's about a little fun, eh? Tell you what, how about I make you a little deal? I bet you're pretty adorable under that cloak--your voice kinda gives it away... Anyway, how about I give you the best of my 'services' for no charge?" she asked, making it sound like it was a pretty good deal. If you knew Freya, though, you'd know it'd probably be a once-in-a-lifetime deal. "So, how's about it?"

Lucian, who managed to get past the two guys without much effort, slunk up beside Freya, sitting down at her feet, his head resting against her left thigh. He stared at the cloaked man with unemotional eyes, but was more than ready to attack if he had to.

[Aden Vigil]

Aden had known that he would be drawing attention to himself as soon as he laughed. He listened to the Prophet make her way over and he chuckled again at the obvious annoyance of the other men she had been speaking with. He grinned as she sat next to him, but he didn't move his hood. He shifted so his eyes could meet her's as he said in a tone that only she could hear, "I'd be glad to show you my face Lady Freya, but I cannot do it in front of these knights." His voice was soft as he stood up and said, "I can do it in another room though."

He knew the bartender had small meeting rooms that he kept for moments when people came and asked for one. Turning his back so that Freya was the only one who could see his face he tugged the hood a little higher so that most of his face was visible. He wondered if she would reconize if, but since he had yet to meet her he doubted it.

"There's an open side room ten feet to your left." He muttered moving past her and stepping into the small room. It was one of those rooms that travelers who knew how to talk to bartenders could rent. It was also one that was not well known. "After you." He said tugging his hood into place as some one else tried to look up into his face.

[Prophet Freya]

As the cloaked man revealed his face to her, Freya pursed her lips and let out a small, impressed whistle. "So I was right!" she purred, "You are adorable!" Laughing, she stood up, sauntering past this handsome man into the small room, immediately walking to the opposite wall and leaning against it like she did when she was trying to find a 'client'; her arms were crossed, one leg was up against the wall while the other was slightly out, the toe of her long boots the only thing touching the ground, and her head slightly tilted to the side, with her ears pricked up. "So...is this a sign that you will take my deal?" she immediately asked, her right arm reaching over and resting upon her left shoulder.

Watching Lucian slink up alongside her, Freya's other hand ran along the back of the tiger's head. Freya's retainer's eyes were focused upon the General of the Order of Lumen, finally flickering to his mistress as soon as she asked her next question. "So...who are you, exactly, handsome? Or should I just call you handsome?"

[Aden Vigil]

Aden smiled slightly as he heard her whistle. Chuckling again he followed her, "Quite glad to know I've impressed you Lady Freya." He shut the door after the tiger slipped in and moving so he was right in front of her he nodded, "Yes, I've accepted your offer." He said slipping the hood down so that his full face a visible and so his bangs could fall by his cheeks and frame his face once again. He pushed the shorter bangs outside of his eyes as he met her eyes.

"Well, you may call me Handsome or you may call me Aden Vigil." He said giving her a bow. Looking at Lucian he smiled again. He enjoyed animals, but he looked right back up at Freya. "

[Prophet Freya]

As soon as the door was shut, Freya took one step forward toward Aden. "Well, well! I've heard quite a bit about you, little Aden!" she purred, reaching one black-nailed hand out to caress the general's cheek. "You seem to have Old King Osirus in quite a rage!" Laughing, she turned around, her back now facing the elf. "Of course, I think now he has his eye on getting his little runner, Laties Luhma, I believe he was called, back into his clutches so he can take his little possessed doll man and kill him!" As she spoke, the hand that wasn't resting on her shoulder rose to her mouth and stifled a cheeky giggle. "Anyway..." she purred, her voice becoming much more seductive than before as she turned to face Aden again. "Shall we go somewhere a bit...quieter?" she asked, the hand that was in front of her mouth moving to run through her raven black locks.

Hearing a shout come from outside the door and her name be called, Freya shook her head. "It seems others want me tonight as well, so we best leave before they start to get a bit too overbearing!" As she laughed from that small joke, Lucian made a sound that resembled a very deep chuckle mixed with purring.

Laughing silently, Freya ran her fingers along her beautiful tiger's head. "So..." she said, fixing her amber gaze upon Aden Vigil. "Shall we?"

[Aden Vigil]

Aden chuckled as she spoke about him, "Well, I do try to bother Osiris. It's become my job." He said with a soft voice as his ears picked up the voices screaming in the tavern. Apparently he hadn't been secretive enough when walking in and now that tavern full of drunken idiots knew that the Leader of the Order of Lumen was there. Of course he had forgotten how much had been put on his head, but no one was going to get it today. His weapons would help him to make sure of that if need be. He focused on Freya again as she spoke in a more seductive tone.

"Hm...I believe that and I may have let my identity slip. I think that's quite a good idea." he said moving his cloak so that it didn't get in the way of his arms in case they broke down the door or something a drunken idiot would do. "Where shall we go?" He asked, his gaze drifting to the tiger as the chuckle/purr was released.

[Prophet Freya]

Freya blinked her amber eyes before turning her gaze back to the door. Slowly, she advanced toward it, before tenderly opening it slightly. Letting out a little "eep!" of shock, she shut it quickly, and a loud crashing noise could be heard against the door. "Yes, we aren't wanted here at the moment!" she said quickly, placing her back to the door and letting out a heavy sigh. "Now...where to go?" she asked. "Hmm... Well, the Dragorea is always a place to go; the innkeepers there know me well, so I don't really have to pay, y'know..." Laughing silently, she stepped away from the door, casting a wary glance toward it. "So, when I fling open the door, we make a run for it, alright?" she asked, a wild look in her eyes and a grin on her lips.

Lucian, hearing his mistress's plan, stepped up to Freya's side, his head lowering, ready to charge. His tail thrashed about wildly; the faster he got out of here, the better. The smell of the disgusting alcoholic slobs and the liquor that they were drinking was giving him a terrible headache... Besides, if anything happened to Freya...he would be in deeper trouble than he'd ever been in before...

[Aden Vigil]

Aden laughed, "Wow, they must be really drunk to be having a hard time with that door." He said getting up with a smirk as he stepped next to Freya, "Let's do this." He said grinning with the rush of adrenaline he was already getting from the idea of needing to dash through a tavern full of people who wanted his head probably more then anything.

After all, bringing Aden's head to Kind Osiris would probably earn them a good amount of money and respect in the court. Of course no one was going to get his head any time soon. He placed his hand on the door and felt the vibrations from the people crashing against it. He thought for a second before smirking, "We're gonna run when they take a break from smashing this door otherwise we'll go right into them and I'd like to make it out alive." He said grinning as he pulled his hand back from the door and waited.

[Prophet Freya]

Freya laughed. "Well, it seems they're succeeding in busting this door!" she said as a loud crashing could be heard against it again, and the timbers began to crack. Slowly, she crossed her arms again and allowed her form to morph. Slowly, she transformed from her gorgeous human form to the form of lithe black panther. Her piercing amber orbs fixed themselves on Aden, and seemed to gaze right through him. "Get ready..." she muttered, when there was one more slam and, with a deafening crack, the door gave way to the drunkards. "Get ready..." she muttered again, but this time to Lucian.

"GO!" she shouted, as one of the drunkards stepped back, revealing a clear pathway to the door that led out of the tavern. Like a cheetah, she was off at a breakneck pace, Lucian thundering right behind, fending off anyone that tried to strike him and killing anyone who tried to strike Freya.

As soon as the door to the tavern was flung open and the smell of the night air enveloped Freya, she morphed back into her human form and let out a deep sigh of relief. "That was amazing!" she purred, "Got the adrenaline rushing and got me all fired up for Aden and my good time tonight!" she said, laughing.

[Aden Vigil]

Aden chuckled as he watched the door splinter with the weight the men behind it were putting against it. He slipped the leather bands around his wrist and as soon as the door snapped and he had made sure that Freya was not in range of the small enchantment. He turned to a man who charged at him and he quickly dodged him and made his way to the door while chanting something. For the men in the tavern Aden disappeared from the air and one of their own men morphed into him. They all turned away from Aden; letting the General of the Order just stroll right outside to Freya. Aden stepped to the side of the door as one of the men burst out screaming that he was not the Order's Leader, but quite a few of the more sober ones followed.

"Yes, quite the adrenaline rush. Let's move before my little enchantment wears off on that man though." Aden said smiling gently, but not realisticly. He had easily adapted the ability to put almost realistic fake smiles on his face in order to please others. (Does that make sense?)

It would take quite a lot to put a meaningful smile on the General's face. Well, a lot more then most people could handle. Aden slipped his weapons back into his cloak and asked, "So, where is this Dragorea?" He asked looking at the beautiful Prophet.

[Prophet Freya]

((I understood what you said...))

Freya let out a soft whistle, her eyebrows raising in obvious interest. "You are a strange person, Aden Vigil..." she purred, turning around and allowing her furry tail to snake out from under her robe and caress the general's cheek. "Anyway," her gaze turned away from the tavern to the road they were standing on. "Now...which way was it again?" she asked, blinking her amber eyes. Slowly, tentatively, she took a step forward. "Oh, yes!" she said, realizing which way she was going now. "Alright, love," she purred, "This way..."

Lucian took one glance at Aden, then morphed himself into a snowy owl, perching himself upon Freya's shoulder. He ruffled his feathers and hooted softly before letting his head swivel around 180 degrees to look at the General of the Order with his piercing turquoise eyes. They had a look in them that said, 'One wrong move, pretty boy, and I'll rip your stomach open...'

[Aden Vigil]

Aden chuckled, "Well, being around elves that rely on magic for a month kind of helps your ability to get away." He said shrugging as he felt the tail against his cheek. He met the glare from Lucian and gave a curt nod before following Freya. He knew how to act around Prophets and respect or anything else was not an issue with the Order's General. "I'm right next to you." He said moving a little quickly to be at her side. He prefered not walking behind people. Just a personal issue, but not really.

It was confusing...Very confusing, "Well, Lady Freya, thank you for thinking of a place besides that tavern." He said with a grin thinking of the man that had sprinted out. Maybe he wouldn't survive or maybe he'd convince them. After all, the enchantment would wear off in an hour or two if he could last that is.

[Prophet Freya]

Freya laughed. "Oh, there's no problem there, Aden, baby..." she purred, one ear twitching slightly. "Anyway...enough with the formalities... Just call me Freya, alright? 'Lady Freya' makes me feel like my goody goody sister..." she said, growling at the thought of Bassette. Slowly, she approached the elegant inn and grinned as the beautiful building grew closer and closer and closer.

/A nice bottle of wine, a fire crackling in the fireplace, and... Oh, how romantic!/

That was all the prophetess thought, how romantic her and Aden's evening would be... Finally, those thoughts blew out of her head once she reached the door to the inn. "Well, alright, here we are, love!" she purred, opening the door and stepping inside.

*~Freya's gone!~*