Apanie sat down at the long wooden bar of the Drital Qu'ellar Pub and motioned to the barkeep that she was interested in a tankard of mead. Silently gazing out from under her cloak she wondered if there were any present who would ally themselves with her cause. It was difficult to find allies at this point in the game, insurrection against such as a god was a very tricky thing and there was no organized movement yet. Until there was established a hierarchy of command there could be no recruiting. It would be rather unfortunate for Threnody to learn of these plans and put a stop to them so early on.

The bartender soon approached with a large tankard of mead and Apanie dropped an appropriate coin on the bar in front of him. She began to sip, knowing it would take more than one tankard to intoxicate her entirely liquid being, and continued dreaming of one day waging war on balance herself in order that evil may truly be eradicated. Without balance the scales could finally be tipped in the favor of the light. But until then she was willing to accept the aid of anyone, good or evil, in her fight. Some say that politics make for strange bedfellows, why not war as well?