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Ill Met at Merry Minstrel
“Distilled waterrr, please,” the Mithra said to the Hume standing behind the bar. The Hume placed the flask down in front of her, and PinkFae handed him ten gil. She uncorked the container and took a small swig, looking around the darkened room.

There were a male and female tarutaru sitting at a small table off to one side of the room. They were staring into each others eyes across from the lit candle like newlyweds. Up on the stage was a bard singing a tale while plucking away at a harp. It was not unusual for the Merry Minstrel Meadhouse to be this slow at two in the morning. PinkFae was happy that the bar never closed. It has been one of her favorite drinking holes since she first discovered so many years ago. The water here seemed to be the most pure in all of Vana’diel.

“What brings you in at this late in the day, PinkFae?” The bartender asked.

PinkFae shrugged, “it took us a long time to find Shihu-Danhu.” She took a short swig of the cool drink. “He was capturrred again by the Trrrolls and there were some otherrr adventurrres there that wanted us veterrrans to free him.” She took another drink and shrugged. “I can’t say that I blame them. He is the cheapest transporrrtation out of Al Zahbi.”

The Hume laughed, causing his large belly to shake. “Terrible place to be doing business if you ask me.” He grabbed a dirty, damp towel and wiped down the bar. “I love the safety here at Jeuno much better not to mention that the customers here have more gil to spend then out east.”

“I don’t know about that. Morrre and morrre veterrrans seem to be hanging out at Whitegate everrr since the ferry started up out of Mhaurrra. Yet, I don’t …” PinkFae was interrupted when the door was violently opened with a loud crash. Everyone looked over at the entrance. Even the bard stopped playing his harp.

A huge Galka and a filthy male Elvaan entered the room. They both had a pair of daggers hanging from their belts and were dressed in leather armor that had grass stains on them.

“Who are they?” PinkFae whispered to the bartender.

“Trouble,” the Hume responded. “I thought I told you two not to come back in here again!” He shouted at them.

“We go where we please and when we please,” the Galka snorted.

The Elvaan pointed up at the bard, “You! Play something!” He glanced over at the two tarutarus who were trembling in their seats. The Elvaan sneered, “play something sweet.” The bard went back to playing another tune on the harp as the two went over to the tarutarus.

“You, buy us a drink, we’re thirsty. Something strong.” the Galka threatened the male tarutaru.

“But, we have no money-woney,” he protested.

The Elvaan drew out his dagger and pointed it directly at the female tarutaru. “Don’t lie to us you little goblin!”

“You better leave now, before I have to call the Royal Jeuno Guards.” The bartender snapped at them.

PinkFae laughed lightly, causing the two thieves to eye her. “What a sight, two big boys picking on two little tarutarus, and civilian tarutarus no less.” She turned her back on the two and continued to drink her water. The two thieves slowly walked up towards her.

“You look rich,” the Galka said sitting down next to her. “Buy us a drink.”

The Elvaan sat on the other side of her, eyeing her with lust in his eyes.

“I have plenty of gil,” PinkFae said patting the goblinbag hanging from her side. “But don’t think that I am going to give any of it away to someone as low as you.”

“Why you dirty son of a Yagudo!’ The Galka cursed dragging out his dagger and pressing it against PinkFae’s side. The Mithra slowly turned around in her seat, looking him directly in the eyes.

“Do you rrreally think that that rrrusty thing will be able to harrrm me?”

The Galka’s eyes widen in fear looking at her armor. “Is that? Is that Valor?”

PinkFae just grinned at him and nodded. The female tarutaru gasped, “you’re PinkFae, PinkFae the Patriarch Protector!”

“One of the few to make it known to the public,” the bartender said. “I’ve known her before she was even a paladin.”

“Lets get out of here,” the Elvaan said with fear in his voice. “She’s not worth it.”

Without another word, the two rushed out the door.