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[Blindwolfe]

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Kelly spent hours preparing the tavern the night. Washing, wiping, drying, stacking, brewing, and running. By the time the first guests arrived, she was done and ready for socializing.

She greeted them and served them drinks and answered questions as best she could as more people showed. For a slow start it became busy quickly.

When Arakad and Tatiana showed it caused quite the stir with the dark clad ones of the Umbran lot that followed the Lich Lord. They drilled him on many things, but Kelly couldn't stop to listen being the hostess, though she did catch a lot of it.

After hours passed, others showed from Moonglow, the mercenaries, Stonegate, and even the orcs. Then she caught a scent of someone familiar. She politely excused herself and went downstairs. He stood tall and proud. Kelly put herself in check then walked over and greeted Malic Skyfire as she did the other patrons. Offering him something to drink.

He simply wished to see Tatiana and she was happy to show him where she sat upstairs with Arakad, Yasamin and several others.

It was after the majority had gone that Malic lingered behind. James the Bunny-man and a few others were upstairs having a good chat. Kelly approached Malic as he stood before the bookcases. He turned to meet her, stopping her several feet away.
"So are you all that remains of your clan?" he inquired.
"Hardly. There are several of us left yet." She responded coolly
The questions and answers went on for a little while before Kelly asked, after a moment of silence...

"So...Does this mean I have to watch my back again?" She grinned, already knowing the answer, but wanting to hear it or see it.

He nodded.

"So the Hunter has returned." She grinned and they exchanged words and even a handshake before they parted ways.

Kelly went about tending to her last guests and after they left, she went home.
She went up to her lab and sat lazily across the plush cushion of her bone couch kicking up her boots on the end.
So...Malic Skyfire has returned. He will have to work hard for the next kill. She thought and smiled. Ian nor myself will be easy. He is the Prince and true Cappadocian....I am the Prince of my bloodline...a Setite. Oh what fun we shall have.

Inded this night was eventful. She eventually went down and climbed into her coffin. A sweet smile upon her lips.