The path towards the inn was soaked in the rain that was now pouring down unto the village, mercilessly drowning the vegetation, shunning everyone inside. Figures could be seen running for shelter, books an other props covering their heads in an effort to remain relativley dry. The only one that seemed to be calm despite the flash storm was a lone sentinel stroding towards the inn in a liadback, easygoing manner. He swung the door open and commuted inside, shaking his head slightly to dry off his hair. He placed an overcoat on the coathanger before commencing to seat himself at the bar. The bartender nodded to him as he approached Phineas. He finished wiping off a glass before asking "What can I do for you, sir?" in a professional, detached, monotone voice. "A cigar and ale would be most suitable," said Phineas, giving a sly smile with his slit of a mouth. Within seconds the bartender had them both. Phineas dried his teeth with a bit of cloth from his sleeve, and for the lack of a better surface, lit a match on them, which he then used to light his cigar. He gaved a strong puff before gulping down half his ale, sighing with ecstasy.

His recent trek through the wilderness had proven anything but comfortable in comparison to his current state. After having a rather humiliatingly rough runin with a group of marauders, getting lost in a bog, and assasinating a priest (the price was awfully good though), he felt as though he deserved a good day or two's rest at an inn such as this one. his legs and arms ached with exhaustion from his travels. However, he had done a fair amount of forest mapping, which he had to have gotten done sooner or later, so he wasn't all that disappointed. Profit would come...profit would come.

He turned ot the person sitting next to him, who he had just recently noticed. It was a rather good looking woman with brown hair. He smiled and angled his stool towards her. "'Ello," he said sipping his ale slyly. He would not mind, after such travels, to talk to a pretty lady. Who wouldn't?

Musa walked into the bar for a quick drink she picked an empty table and sat down. She was wearing a black skirt, a blue shirt and black boots. She sighed and put her boots up on the table. She had had a hard day, war hurt and made her edgy. She ordered a margerita and sipped it. A man entered the bar, he took the seat next to her asking the bartender for a cigar. He puffed at it enjoying the smoke that filled his body. When the sent of the smoke that came elegantly out of his mouth reached her nose she flinched.
He turned and looked at her looking sly. "Ello." Musa tossed her dark brown hair and met his gaze. Her green eyes sparkled even though the light was obstructed by smoke. She smiled politly revealing perfectly white teeth. "Hello. Musa." She held out her hand for him to take.

Phineas took a second puff from his cigar, eyeing her hand suspicously for a smal lsecond before taking it. He shook and pulled back, taking a long, savoring sip from his ale. "The name's Ulysses," he said simply, lying with great skill. He denied many the knowledge of his identity, and he saw no reason why this should be any different with some random woman he found in a bar. "You in 'ere because of the weather?" he asked, jolying his head towards the windows, which were being pounded by the unrelenting rain outside. This is what he woudl expect, seeing that most of the other occupiers of the inn were shivering from drenched clothes.

He puffed again at his cigar before waving over the bartender. "Oi, mate, can you get me another one of 'em ales, and perhaps another drink fer this fine lady roight 'ere?" he asked, turning to Musa, silently inquriing wether or not she would like another drink.

Musa turned to him her boots still on the table. "Nothing more for me thanks." She nodded politely at the bar tender. "No I just needed a drink, I normaly welcome and celibrate the rain." She said honestly, she loved standing outside and getting absolutly drenched. "And yourself?" She asked. The smoking was irritating her nose, she hated the smell of nicotine. Her finger tips tingled with the desire to use magic, but she still resisted. Her green eys met his.

Phineas nodded to the bartender and he scurried away to get the drinks. He grinned as he noticed that she was propping her feet up on the table. He did the same, taking a long puff from his cigar, which he then tapped with his index finger to knock off some ashes. they fell to the ground in a little swirl. he watched them fall, lost in thougth for a split second. At that moment the bartender returned to the table, handing Phienas the ale generously. Phineas responded by gratefully taking it, and gulping down a bit of its contents before placing it on the table. He handed the bartender the other empty mug, smiling. "Thanks mate," he said, turning his attention back to Musa.

He listened intently as she spoke, nodding at certain points. When she was done, he shrugged. "I can understand enjoying a little bit o' rain, but this mess?" he said, again nodding to the storm outside. A character entered the bar, opening the door widley. Wind blew in harshly before the door was shut, howling into the narrow room. "See what I mean?" he said. "I was just a-passin' through town when this freak storm 'it. I needed a place to stay, this shack was the first thing I saw," he continued, gesturing to the place with the hand clutching his cigar. He brought it back to his lips and puffed, satisfied. "You travellin'?" he asked, raising a thin, red eyebrow.

Musa smiled as the wind licked her face. "I love the harsh weather. I dont mind it, after all I can control it." She said honestly she could control lighting, electricity, and wind. "Yes, I travel whenever I please." She left out the part that she was royalty from another realm. "What about you?" She asked trying to ignore the sent of the smoke.
The bartender seemed to be watching them intently as if they were entertianing in someway, she sent him a warning glance then turned back the man who called himself Ulysess.

Phineas listened to her, sipping his drink slowly and occasionally giving his cigar a strong puff. He thought of his plan for the day up ahead. Nothing really. he could truly laze about this dump all he wanted to before moving on about his way. This was, of cours,e until he ran out of cash. Perhaps he could sell some maps 'round here. He shrugged disimissingly at the thought and turned his attention back to the woman infront of him, puffing again at his cigar. Some renegade smoke from the inhalation went down the wrong pipe and he coughed violently, covering his mouth with a tightly clenched fist. It lasted for just a second or two, but the fit was a warning that he should probably lay the tobacco down for the night. He did so by crushing the now short cigar under a metal heel of his boot. Musa was talking about somethign like the weather, he didn't really care. until he heard the part about controlling it. "So you're saying..." he began, arching an eyebrow out of curiousity, "That you can stop this little storm we have roight 'ere?" he finished, gulping down a bit of ale with the question.


This would be awfully helpful in the ways of travel for him. If he could ask her to clear up the skies any time he needed to get somewhere and they didn't suit his needs, it would be quite the thing. He would definitely be willing to pay for such a service.

At that moement he spotted a bartender eyeing them. He slid his hand closer towards his scimitar, not knowing what wanted posters he might've made today.

Musa was amused that he was so curious. "That you can stop this little storm we have roit here?" Musa sighed frustrated. She had a little bit of a magic control problem, most the time she could only make weather worse, not make it better. But then again she wasnt about to let a guy make her feel small. She stood up and put her hand on her hips. "How much are you willing to pay?" She said with a twinkle in her eye, she was a little bit of a material girl. She walked across the room the door the heels of the boots clicking on the wood floor. She opened the door and let alittle bit of the wind in. "Well?"

He watched her with curiousity as she stood up, his eyebrow still arched as it had been. He sipped from his ale, before placing the mug down and turning his full attention to her. His eyes followed her with increasing curiousity as she walked over to the door and opened it, inquiring whether or not he would pay. He could see that she had some uncertainty herself, due to the fact that hesistated before rising from her chair. "I don't want this storm cleared," he said loudly so she could hear above the wind. "I've taken a liking to this little outlet," he said, again gesturing to the bar around him. Some of the other patrons were turning to her with sneers.

"Shut the door!" one said angrily. A couple of others nodded. "Shut the door," he agreed, beckoning her with a hand back to the table. "There is no need for this now," he continued. It was true. He really had no problem with the storm now that he decided he was going to stay at the inn for a while. "And besides," he added, "I don't have much money to give ye." This was also the truth. The runin he had with marauders the day before did not proove to be at all profitable. He had to spend a pretty penny on some armor that wound up broken by the end of the skirmish.

He turned to the bartender and waved him over. "Oi," he said as the bartender returned to the table, "Git me one more ale if ye don't mind, mate," he said, handing the bartender the empty mug. "Thanks," he added.

Musa closed the door when people started to yell she shot them threatening glances. She walked slowly back over to the table, sat down and put her boots back up on it. "Well I knew you would like it here eventually, but I'm curious, why dont you want the storm cleared? You did before." She said.

The bartender came over and asked if she would like something to drink, she ordred another martini and he brought it quickly, it was bright blue and refreshing, she took a long sip and sighed taking in a breath of fresh air thankfull he had stopped smoking.

"So your staying then?" She asked the awnser rather obvious. He seemed like he was staying. Almost as if he waere entertained.

Musa became boared and created little gusts of winds with her hands and began to play with the air.

Phineas watched as she came back. Hehe he chuckled to himself, Nothing like a few threatening phrases to get someone to do something, he thought, referring to the angry patrons who had told her to shut the door. He sipped the ale, savoring the flavor before swallowing. He sighed as she sat down, before putting his feet back on the floor and sitting down.

He gave a bark of a laugh when she asked the question. "I've decided that I like this place," he said, nodding to his surrondings. "This village is a fine one. I can see myself staying here for a couple of days. Why do you ask?" he ended, questioning her interest. He took another sip of ale, placing the mug loudly back on the table.

He watched this a bored curiousity as she played with the air. He was never a big fan of magic, but something as trivial as this could not hurt to enjoy. It was quite amusing to observe, the air make its little paterns. He propped his feet back up on the table, gulped a bit more ale, and sighed. This is the life... he thought hapilly.

Musa smiled. "Yes, allot of people do. This isnt my home realm but, I still like to visit it once in a while." She said honestly, her home realm she was the queen of, but she would never tell anyone. Spys were every where. She stopped playing with the air and looked back at him. His fire like red hair, he seemed nice enough but she was still suspicous. She tossed her dark bown hair out of her face and took a sip of her drink. "Where do you come from?" She asked out of curiosity, but she had to remind herself that curiosity killed the cat. But she could defend heself against anything, she thought.

The night was growing old, and Phineas was thinking of retiring. He rubbed his eyes slightly before taking a final sip of ale. He smiled at its sweet taste and swallowed, He moved a hand to rub his rough face. Yeah, I definitely better get me some sleep he thought, giving a long, exhausted yawn. He listened as she described how everyone loved the place. Makes sense, it ain't a hellhole at all, so why shouldn't they? he thought, scratching his sprouting beard.

"Where do I come from?" he repeated her question, once again arching an eyebrow. "That don't matter, to tell you the truth. I didn't remain there for long...But if you really want to know, I grew up in the mountains," he said, his hoarse voice speaking yet another lie of his identity. He did not come from the mountains at all, and despised them. He came from the grasslands.

"So, why you so interested, if you don't mind me asking?" he repeated, noting that she hadn't answered the question before. He called the bartender over to take away the mug. As the man did, Phineas nodded thankfully.

"Its it so horrible to be interested in strangers, its not like your offering me candy or anything." She said putting her feet back on the ground. "You havent asked much about me, I supossed I should be gratefull." She said getting up and walking up the stairs to the her room in the inn.
She shut the door and stood their, she didnt really know what to make of the conversation she had had with the stranger. Should she be mad? Should she be happy? Should she be curious. To tell the truth she was all three. She sighed and went over to the window, she closed her eyes and concintrated her magic on the night, on the storm. She opened her eyes and pointed her palm to the ground below her room in the inn. A hot pink lighting bolt came down for a second, she simled as the magic warmed her.