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| The tavern door slams open and in blows a solitary scarlet rose. The rose bled creating a puddle of blood on the wooden floor, from which protrudes two shrouded figures. One of the figures, now visibly a woman, moves her slender hand up to detach the mantle from her. She steps forward letting her auburn tresses tumble uninhibited about her creamy shoulders. Words soon pour from her crimson tinted lips, her expression austere yet tender at the same time. "Hello weary traveler, I am Adene le Werre..." The other figure ambles a bit closer to you and to his sister, removing his robe to reveal his cerulean armor and blade. "My name is Devon le Werre and you have just crossed the threshold into The Bleeding Rose Tavern.." "There are precise rules, at this point, that we ask you to respect...Not scores of, but just a few..." Moving his hand onto the hilt of his sword now he continues on, "And if you don't, you will either depart this life in a very painful demise or become gravely wounded." Adene steps nearer, laying her hand on her side. Commencing from there she extracts a stiletto. Gesturing with it faintly she articulates, a smirk materializing on her appealing features, "Moreover, we might not even have to partake of our weapons..." "You might wish to adhere to the rules, my friend. You do not want to cross my sister." With that said the two figures then replace their cloaks, receding in the direction of the entrance unhurriedly. After descending once more into the puddle, the blood percolates back into the rose; the ruby blossom drfiting leisurely out the entry. |
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