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[Endesu]

The double, who had been putting all of its energy into keeping up the attack, did indeed stumble and fall over, hitting the pile of boxes with a decisive thud.

A moment passed before it was able to stand back up, and it made a wild rush right at Greg, blade swinging...

[Idran1701]

...and grabbing the loose sign, Greg swings it towards the shadow, hopefully smacking him nice and solidly.

[Endesu]

And the shadow was struck right alongside the face, and sent crashing into the ground.

And it appeared to be taking a bit of time to get up - Greg had managed to fend off the double fairly successfully.

However, Shamash had disappeared during the proceedings... where had she gone?

[Idran1701]

While the shadow's prone, Greg attempts to finish it off with a solid stab, tugging its duplicated healing ointment from its pouch as he does; sure, it'll probably dissolve alongside the shadow if it dies, but it can't hurt to try, after all.

[Endesu]

And so, the shadow was dispatched; with it too went its pouch and the healing ointment. So much for that.

... and so much for Greg's defenses, which had dropped at this point... to the extent that a certain individual was able to quietly approach him during this point, utilize a certain staff-like object, and somehow make it pierce directly through Greg's body, managing to somehow dodge the various bones and squishy internal organs even as it pierced and broke through the other side of his body.

It would be a somewhat disconcerting thing to see what now appeared to be a sharpened, thin spear of some sort poking up through your own body, and it would not be helped any by the rush of intense pain or the bleeding which began almost immediately.

(-35 HP.
2/91 HP remaining.)

"You did fairly well... but not well enough, apparently." And with that, Shamash swiftly drove her staff down into the ground, managing to pierce part of it and effectively impale Greg even further. The careful positioning of this stab had prevented internal injuries; thus, all of the pain and none of the offhand risk of death due to pierced squishy organs.

Greg would find it difficult to move at this point, to say the least.

[Idran1701]

Gasping, just barely holding himself up as he kneels over the ground, Greg breathlessly stammers. Grimacing, he's barely able to keep himself up, just barely able to even turn his head and try to spot Shamash.

T: H...hel...

[Endesu]

Greg would not need to bother turning his head; he would, instead, be lifted with Shamash's now sharpened staff and spun so that he would now be facing her.

And it was so that she appeared to modify the staff somehow; the sharpened end switched ends, and it was so that Greg was re-impaled upon the ground.

Shamash's grin was more devlish than before, now. "I'll admit, you put up a good effort... but you let your guard down, you know. You turned away from me... and allowed me to get in a good, solid attack. I hope you're happy with your decision... I sure as hell am."

She took a step away before sending a foot slamming into Greg's form, bringing him a bit lower on the staff and making the hurt increase ever more.

(-1 HP.
1/91 HP remaining.)

"You had how many chances to drop this? And yet you stayed with it, huh? Do you have nothing else to live for, beyond someone you already know to be bad news?"

At this point, as if an afterthought, Shamash checked Greg for any weapons or items available; insuring that he would not put up any last minute resistance, she would make efforts to brush aside anything immediately visible, such as his blade.

"C'mon, you're not dead yet. Speak up."

As far as Jikuro went, no responses forthcoming.

[Idran1701]

Grimacing, he grabs at the staff instinctively. He seems to react a bit at Shamash's last question, but he still stays quiet beyond the increasingly-wheezing breaths he takes. Looking well aware of his apparant impending fate, he glares up to her as he tries to stay still.

T: ...Run...I'm almost...

[Endesu]

Shamash would put down one last stomp on Greg, driving the staff in just far enough to spur on even more bleeding. It was at this point that his entire body simply gave up.

His eyes would remain weakly open for a moment or two, long enough him to weakly behold Shamah swiftly jumping away from a new figure who had stepped into the frame... some sort of man covered in an interweaving set of what would appear to be... weathered bandages? In this shape, he couldn't tell, and he most likely didn't care. Words were exchanged, but they seemed to be miles away.

The apparent confrontation lasted a moment longer before Shamash seemed to flee the scene, perhaps having no further desire to stick around. She had, after all, apparently finished part of her desired task.

The figure looked down to Greg, and Jikuro was at his side, holding and squeezing his hand. Greg could barely perceive this pressure, and seemed to view it in an almost detached fashion.

Tears appeared to be forming at the corners of her eyes, and though it was still difficult to tell, she appeared to be communicating one message in particular...

I'm sorry... you didn't fail me, but I failed you...

Greg would have a moment to attempt a weak response, but no more would be possible, as the darkness already appeared to be flooding his sight, and an almost imperceptible chill seemed to be filling his entire body...

[Idran1701]

...Greg watches the scene around him with a vague sense of confusion, not sure what he's seeing.

When Jikuro comes by, he glances up towards her, wincing. He's just barely able to open his mouth, forcing out a couple of words before the chance is lost.

"...ointment...pouch..."

[Endesu]

Jikuro barely seemed to comprehend for one moment, but upon realization, scrabbled for it, and attempted to apply it, but Shamash had left one last surprise behind in her staff, which was still impaling the unfortunate Greg.

That surprise was a bomb.

And that surprise went off as Jikuro attempted to work around the now gaping wound, exploding in a storm of shadow energies that sent the figure and Jikuro flying...

Not to mention filling Greg's body with all sorts of shadow energies, which went to work tearing and defiling his internal organs.

(-15 HP.
-14/91 HP.)

Surprisingly, he would have one truly final moment to feel the pain which ran over his entire body. And though Jikuro and the figure would come up to him, despite their wounds, with the ointment in hand...

The pain, and the energy sustaining Greg, would disappear in a matter of moments, leaving Greg with one last fleeting vision of the apparent savior who had come far too late, and Jikuro, who had indeed failed him when he had needed her.

All that came afterwards was darkness.

[Idran1701]

Before collapsing for good, Greg works up enough energy to take Jikuro's hand again, coughing up a good bit of blood as he looks to her.

"...Na...n..." He tries to say something, but lungs are too devastated to make the words...so he falls back on another method.

T: Not your fault, Jikuro...don't give up, keep fighting.

[Endesu]

At this point, Greg would awaken.

Well, that may not be the most accurate term.

... not revive either.

No...

He became aware.

Aware that he was different... that he did not fit entirely well into this new surrounding environment.

Yet it was not new. It appeared to be his old home. The mugs of hard cider were exactly where they had been left prior to the chase which had escalated into a battle and, ultimately, his own demise.

He himself was sitting in the chair he had last been occupying.

[Idran1701]

Blinking, he sets the mug down, standing and looking to the door. The sudden shift takes him a while to get reconcerted, until he remembers why things look so familiar...and he rushes out the door, intent on tracking Jikuro down once more...perhaps changing things this time.

[Endesu]

But something was wrong.

Jikuro was not there.

No one was there.

The street outside was empty, and the only company he had appeared to be a random gust of howling wind.

He would not feel the wind, though. He would not feel the rush of air across his skin, nor would he feel the chill accompanying the wind brushing across his skin.

Standing out here, with nothing affecting him, as it were... simply made him feel as if he was out of place. This was his home, yes... yet, it no longer felt like home.

It felt like a world that he was not a part of, one that he had left behind and could not return to.

[Idran1701]

He slows to a stop, looking around outside. The strange feeling here...he's not sure how to react.

He glances around a little listlessly, feeling himself, not entirely sure what's going on. He wanders aimlessly, taking in the lack of sensation, still not entirely sure what's going on.

He tries to find anyone, growing far too annoyed with the constant empty streets, a little suspicious that this might just be another dream...though he doesn't know when he might have fallen asleep.

[Endesu]

He found it difficult to touch even himself. An unusual amount of focus caused him to succeed, and he found that he was 'there' in a sense... there was no warmth or pulse to speak of, but he seemed to be 'there'.

Further explorations would cause him to run into a random guard, perhaps out on patrol or simply heading to one of the bars for a drink? The guard was heading his way, so he could attempt to intercept him...

[Idran1701]

He runs after the guard, trying to call him down while he tries to deal with the strangeness of his form.

"Hey! Hey, I need help!"

He chases the guard down, trying to tug his shoulder if the guard seems to be ignoring him.

[Endesu]

The guard did not seem to hear Greg's cries.

And Greg would find that his attempt to seize hold of the guard's shoulder failed; his hand simply passed through the man's body, as if the man wasn't even there.

The guard simply continued on, entirely unaware.

[Idran1701]

"...Oh."

He stands quietly for a bit, before chuckling.

"Well...that...I should have...heh. Then I still have a chance...still here...work enough, even a ghost can..."

He stops his rambling, glancing off in the distance.

"...Gods, wait, what if Jikuro...she's almost alone there, I need to find a way to get there...Shamash, I need to find her."

Looking back towards the location of the former battle, he begins dashing off. At least now he won't have to worry about getting out of breath.

[Endesu]

Greg would eventually arrive at the spot where he had last seen Ninurta.

The spot, as it was, was bereft of presence. Shamash was not there. Nor Ninurta, nor Jikuro, nor the bandaged man.

No one was there.

He was alone.

[Idran1701]

Frowning, Greg begins heading back to town. Considering, he begins to mull over where else he might be able to go to track them down.

With little else to go on in terms of a lead, Greg heads back to the bar where he first met Ninurta, to wait.

[Endesu]

As luck would have it, he would stumble across something else entirely just as he reached the bar.

From (seemingly) out of nowhere, a portal of sorta appeared just outside the entrance. The bandaged man emerged, with Jikuro in tow. Jikuro, who was carrying Greg's corpse in her arms, had her head down, and appeared to be silent. The bandaged man was keeping it stoic, and simply seemed to be giving her instructions in a fairly low tone.

From there, the two walked off... in the opposite direction. Perhaps to the forest?

Would Greg wait for Ninurta to return, or would he follow the other two?

[Kelne]

"Not bad," Kelne said, "One of the advantages of the dreamworld, I suppose. One can break out the good vintages without cutting into one's stocks." Another sip, "This must have all happened quite some time ago, given how widespread Infinity has become. I suppose the question is, what's prompted you to start meddling now?"

So far, Infinity's actions appeared to be nothing out of the ordinary from his experiences with them. Given the fact that the reaper had seen fit to give him a rundown on Infinity's early history, it was a good bet that it was involved somehow. More than likely, something to do with this 'Fi' person, or his mysterious destroyer.

-----------------

32 felt kind of bad for the dragon. Hacking up acidic blood wasn't exactly something he'd wish on anybody. But it was becoming clear that this wasn't an ordinary dragon. Ordinary dragons didn't attack airships, didn't spontaneously generate bandages, and didn't have acidic blood.

No, whatever this dragon was, he wasn't going to be able to pull any punches. And that meant hitting it with another water sphere, which he proceeded to do.

[Idran1701]

Though it's horribly disconcerting for him to see his own body like that, Greg follows after the two, keeping close to Jikuro and watching her sadly. He speaks up, despite the fact that she won't be able to hear him.

"...At least you're all right, right? I kept her away from you."

He looks up to the bandaged man, a little worried...but if Jikuro trusts him, Greg can let it go for now.

[Endesu]

The reaper nodded. "Yes, the advantages of a dreamworld are many fold, though there are drawbacks. Though if you'd care to get into a discussion concerning the nature of dream worlds and the like, you'd be better off chatting with your friend Enlil on the topic, don't you think?"

He paused, took a lengthy sip, then set his glass down on the heretofore-unseen minibar, located fairly close to his seat. "There are special exceptions to every rule, and I have made only two exceptions today. You are one of those exceptions. Exceptions tend to rise under special circumstances... and I can assure you that disastrous circumstances are already under way, circumstances that threaten the natural order which keeps we reapers employed. But let's not delve too deeply into that."

He took a further drag from his cigarette and looked at Kelne thoughtfully. "But, yes, this was some time back. Several centuries' worth, in fact. I cannot give an exact count of years, myself, but rest assured that it is no shortage of time in which the Infinity Corporation has developed."

He paused for a moment before continuing. "As I've said, the Corporation continued on for some time throughout the years. As their technology improved, thanks in part to the bizarre powers of the orb of power that had been left them, so did their outreach, and they began extending outwards, touching upon several words, whether friendly or hostile, and began attempting to spread their ideals and ways like so many seeds caught in a storm of winds.

Their friendly and peaceful manner helped convince those who weren't certain about their intentions to take them up as partners, friends, and the like. They spread to quite a few worlds in this galaxy, and from there set up a hive mind of sorts, one that would insure a constant web of communication and cooperation between the various bases.

It was at this point that the Corporation formally divided itself into three branches. One branch focused itself on the research of light and shadow energies. Another branch focused on the interplay between robotics and intelligence. The last branch, as opposed to conventional research, simply positioned itself as a sort of peacekeeper force and withdrew to keep a vigilant eye over as many worlds as they could cover.

I myself had several worlds to visit during these times, but the death rates remained low, save the occasional battle with a force hostile to outsiders and/or resistant to change in their policies. Thus my work was low, and I did not notice certain changes as I should've.

Not that I could've necessarily done anything about it in that case, but I wish I could've seen it coming... the orb of power, the same that Fi had used to insure his position of dominion over his empire, was, as stated, used as a source of power for the vast array of technological devices that the Corporation had at its disposal. Fragments of it were distributed amidst the two research branches, though the peacekeeping branch declined, claiming that it had no need for this additional power.

The effect of this power was not obvious at first, but came into play much later... only after the peoples were established on their worlds, only after the bases were set, only after peace had surely settled in for all involved in the Infinity web...

... did the rotting occur. The orb of power seemed to be a magical device that simply exuded power, but how very wrong the peoples were. It was far more than that... the orb did indeed give power, but in return, it siphoned positive emotion from the users. The power given in return carried with it negative, harmful, antisocial emotions. The orb of power had thus rotted at Fi's soul, having thus turned an already cruel and bitter being into a truly savage and murderous one (hence the massacres he had commited in the so-called name of 'national security'). What do you think became of the Infinity Corporation employees who were also, similarly, exposed to the effects of this orb?"

Once again, the reaper took a brief break, taking a few puffs from his cig.

***

This time, the dragon began to convulse, and now vomited a stream of acidic blood onto the side of the ship, eating and melting away at one of the wings. The generated water seemed to catch in its throat, and in a blind panic mixed with rage, it began to slam its claw just around 32, aiming to squish the Minion where he stood.

Stephen was now holding on with less success than before; his sword, jammed part of the way into the dragon's midsection, was, at this point, his only prevention from plunging into the ground far, far below.

"Be careful, you idiot--" Stephen shouted, but his words were cut off by the sudden stream of acid blood which came down once more, coming dangerously close to the dragon.

He was not happy, to say the least.

***

Jikuro did indeed not hear him, and the moody trio made their way to the forest. They headed to a blank patch in the dirt. At this point, the bandaged man produced a shovel and began digging a burial trench in the patch. Jikuro set Greg's body down on the ground and simply watched the man do his work, seemingly emotionless concerning the whole process.

[Idran1701]

Greg kneels next to Jikuro, smiling a little towards her.

"Heh. Not surprised this is how things're ending for me. Unmarked grave in the middle of the woods. Well, at least I'm not alone. Better than I would have hoped for."

He reaches out reflexively for Jikuro's shoulder, stopping as his hand starts to pass through her.

"...Right. Gonna have to get used to that. Well...I know you can't hear me, Jikuro, but...I am glad you're here. Means a lot to me. And I'm going to watch over you as long as I can.

"Heh. The ironies keep piling. As many times as I set up a 'talking to the spirits' con...hell, maybe I was right from time to time, even if I didn't know it."

[Endesu]

Once the bandaged man had finished digging a trench, Jikuro lifted up Greg's body once more and set it to rest there.

The man would finish covering the corpse, while Jikuro would see fit to mark off the grave with one item: his blade.

The two would be talking at this point, and though their voices would sound distant, Greg would be able to catch fleeting words from the both of them...

Resurrection...

Kyle Broadsky...

Safekeeping...

... Shamash ...

Once the two had apparently finished this little chat, Jikuro fished out a photograph of sorts. Were Greg to take a look, he would see that it was the same one that had listed a number of targets for a 'hit'. A certain man, the apparent 'Kyle Broadsky' was pointed out...

[Idran1701]

Standing, he watches as the two talk, straining to pick out what he can from their conversation.

"...Always knew I should have picked up lip-reading."

Though he can make out some of what they say, and the subject matter's certainly a little heartening, he tries not to get his hopes up, just in case. Who knows what they might be meaning, after all.

No, for now, he just stays with the two, walking alongside. Remaining with Jikuro in spirit, at least. And even if for now he can't do much more than watch...well, he knows ghosts have the ability to do more. Probably just takes some practice is all. Something to work towards.

[Endesu]

It was at this point that the two headed off, perhaps in search of this Kyle Broadsky. Greg could, naturally, follow along for a stretch.

However, he would suddenly be able to note something that Jikuro and the bandaged man had not noticed: what appeared to be a teddy bear of some sort, standing on its legs and watching the scene from a safe distance away.

It remained a moment longer before it began to toddle off.

Perhaps this teddybear could be followed...?

[Kelne]

"I don't have to, do I? I've met the damned people. I suppose that explains the corruption that seems to infuse everything Infinity does. And I suppose every fragment is a ticking bomb, just waiting for some poor sod to find it and start the whole vicious cycle over."

"So," he continued, "What happened to this third branch? Destroyed when it attempted to reign in the excesses of the others?"

-----------------

There had to be some way to hurt the dragon without it coughing acidic blood all over everyone. Maybe Stephen had the right idea. 32 made an effort to grap the claw, intending to climb up the arm and make for the dragon's eye.

[Idran1701]

Perhaps so, but if Greg loses track of them, he won't have any easy way of finding them again.

No, as strange as a walking teddybear is, for now, Greg'll continue to follow Jikuro and the bandaged man, whatever their goal is at the moment.

[Endesu]

"No, they've mostly kept to themselves over the years, and have kept an eye on a small cache of worlds that exist within their quadrant, having given up the rest of the worlds around these parts for dead. I wouldn't bother searching for them, either; their location and the planets they observe are fairly well hidden."

He paused, musing over a thought before continuing. "You could say as much, though it would be inaccurate to simply say that they were all turned completely evil due to their fragment of the orb alone. No, it tends to be more complicated than that. It would be unwise to presume that something deeper below the surface isn't responsible...

But, anyhow. The rotting would indeed take hold, twisting research purposes to far more sinsister purposes, and the 'Corporation', with its extended network, managed to easily sweep over a vast number of worlds with its accumulated wealth of technology and research. This essentially set off the long swath of destruction that would ultimately come to characterize them later.

Now, given all of this chaos, people obviously died, in the midst of the conflicts the research branches brought up and spread about. It got to the point where the workload was almost unbearable... yet I alone had the weight of it on my shoulders. It was a haunting return to Fi's old standards, despite the fact that he had been gone for many a year. And though I knew well enough to prevent myself from performing any sort of interference in the natural course of actions, a bud of resentment began to form within me. Though I would do my work, I could not promise to simply keep my head down during the proceedings... though that's another story altogether.

Now then. Naturally, with several worlds under their dominion, they began to set their sight on expanding to even more worlds. Given the scope and size of the galaxy and the near limitless number of worlds, they had to insure that the worlds they hit upon were indeed worth the effort.

Gaera was one of the worlds they studied for a time, and though they were interested, nothing was present to absolutely 'seal the deal', as one might say... until they picked up on some unusually strong elemental energy readings from what appeared to be a magician in a red cloak..."

***

32 was now on the dragon's claw.

The dragon growled and proceeded to shake its arm rapidly, attempting to fling the accursed Minion off.

Stephen, meanwhile, was scaling the dragonoid... or attempting to...

***

Greg would follow the two for a stretch. They appeared to be chatting further, and though he still could not fully interpet their words, the word 'Shamash' still seemed to be coming up.

Based on the way the bandaged man was using the word, he seemed to somehow be familiar with the catwoman, though the nature of this was, well, unknown to Greg.

They soon seemed to be arriving near the Jade Dragon Inn. Would Greg peek in and take a look, or would he remain in stead?

[Idran1701]

...Curiosity gets the best of Greg, and he gives a brief glance inside the inn. Not long enough to lose track of the two, though, unless something extremely astounding is spied inside.

[Kelne]

Kelne simply nodded for the reaper to continue. Although he knew much of the story from this point, he doubted he new everything, and a new perspective might well bring further facts to light.

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32 hung on like grim death, attempting to claw his way further up the, well, claw.

[Endesu]

Earlier on, End and Kyle had been overlooking the ranch that housed both the fencer and his lovely companion Fresca.

And it was then that Kyle guided Endopholes on a somewhat lengthy but entertaining tour of the ranch.

Kyle enjoyed conducting his funnest friend End around his home, pointing out all the excruciatingly hard work he had to do hammering boards back in place or acquiring the right size window during the repair work. It seemed that he had particular joy for a small room with little else but a paper cluttered desk, a chair, some books, and a window. It appeared to be some sort of closet or pantry that had been placed randomly in a hallway, and converted into a cozy little study.

During the grand tour, Fresca kept with them, to better see this Great and Glorious Moogle friend of Kyle's. Marie, too, stalked along, with the occasional personal detour.

Once Kylitos had completed his tour, a good chunk of time had passed. No matter, though, as End regarded him with a sheening smile. "Cool beans, Kyle! It's great to see you're doing so well! Tell ya what... just for old time's sake, would you like to go out and have a mug of cocoa?"

"That sounds good." he said, glancing around.

"Well," says Fresca, taking a moment to make certain her clothing isn't too stained from her prior chores, "We haven't actually gone out for any sort of drink for awhile, have we?"

And so it was decided that End, Kyle, Fresca, and Marie (still tagging along, as it were) made an expedition to the good ol' Jade Dragon Inn. Despite its new ironwoot composition, it looked much the same as before, and Kyle's Familiar Seat remained in the spot that it had been stationed in for years.

The table adjoining the Familiar seat with a few other chairs had also been a site of many meetings concerning various threats that conspired to do wicked things to Gaera... and though Kyle's Familiar Seat had still been used from time to time, the planning sessions had more or less lapsed entirely, due to an immediate lack of evil overminds roosting in Doma.

Regardless, the three made their way to the table, with Kyle taking his seat of choice, and everyone else utilizing one of the lesser chairs. Cocoa was ordered and a generally good time was had by all, though End didn't seem to enjoy the cocoa as much as he had in the past; instead, he simply drank in tune with the others there, perhaps as an attempt at being polite to his party. The focus never wandered to this subject, however; instead the chat was kept lively and amusing due to all sorts of wacky stories Kyle and crew had ready for telling.

And it was this very scene that Greg would peer upon. It would take a bit of visual searching through the folk that were still about in the JD, but his eyes would finally land upon a table where four people of sorts were seated, drinking from mugs. Two of them he would recognize from the hit list photo; a Moogle in some form of armor with fluffy wings, and a taller blonde-haired fellow in a coat. The taller fellow was presumably 'Kyle Broadsky', and Greg may or may not have a memory connected to this tricky fella. The other folk appeared to be a human woman in a nice dress, and a Usagi-jin dressed in a tattered red cloak and hat.

And though it was still difficult to hear what folk were saying, Mr. Broadsky appeared to be telling a story about chocobos and wrangling. His hand gestures seemed a wee bit exaggerated for the tale he told, but it seemed entertaining nonetheless. The entire setting exuded a feeling of warmth and friendliness... one that was quite beyond Greg's reach at this point.

***

The reaper seemed to pause for a moment, and then stood. "If you'll excuse me for a moment? Something's just come up."

He seemed to indicate something to the painter once again, and the painter approached Kelne slowly, rubbing his scruffy chin as he did so. The reaper seemed to disappear through a door that Kelne could not see, and so the two were left alone.

"Would you like me to paint your picture, Kelne?" The man spoke in something of a scratchy voice... perhaps one derived from years of alcohol abuse, judging from this man's look.

***

The dragon seemed to give up on the idea of shaking 32 off and instead attempted to snap its teeth onto the plucky Minion, perhaps desiring a small snack to make up for its annoyances...

[Idran1701]

...Frowning, Greg leaves the inn behind. Catching up to the pair, he tries to put that out of his mind for now. Besides, it's not like he was entirely part of that in life anyway...maybe the personas he put on, but Greg himself?

"Hmph. Well, at least some people are enjoying themselves."

He continues to walk alongside the pair for now, deciding to ignore any further temptations to poke into the lives of others.

[Endesu]

It was so that the man in bandages and Jikuro appeared to be heading for the entrance of the very same inn.

They would turn their backs to the town as they moved to enter... however, Greg, given his detached position, would quickly note something out of the ordinary lurking about on the street.

It appeared to be the same walking teddy bear from earlier, accompanied by what appeared to be a lumbering shadow of some sort... but they were only there for a moment at the most. They disappeared soon after.

Jikuro was pointed over to Kyle's table by way of the man who had introduced himself as 'Assassin', and whom Kyle may or may not recognize.

It was so that this woman, an elf with torn clothing, bloodied and wounded skin, and a whip of hair that appeared to have undergone some mistreatment, approached the table, turning to Kyle as she did.
Assassin remained behind, preferring not to pry directly into this encounter.

"I hope I am not interrupting anything important... but you are Kyle Broadsky, correct? If so, we have something we must discuss, with or without your companions here."

End looked up questioningly at the two, but left it to Kyle to respond.

[Idran1701]

Glancing suspiciously towards the shadowy figures, Greg follows the two into the inn. Keeping a watch at the door, he takes a seat on the floor near them, not able to make out most of their conversation, but still remaining watchful.

[Kelne]

"No thank you, that's quite alright," Kelne said. Thus far his stay here had been pleasent enough, but he had a feeling this was about to change. Hopefully, the 'something' the reaper had referred to involved reaping a particularly recalcitrant Infinity goon's soul, but somehow, Kelne doubted it.

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Attempting to keep a firm grip on the dragon with one hand, 32 brought out his shovel and attempted to whack said dragon on the nose with it.