• Marcus was completely smashed. Everyone knew that the man drank, but never to this extent. "Hey Marcus, got a nice date for the festival?" Someone in the tavern jested. "Shuddap!" Was his drunken reply. The room burst into laughter. They all knew that he had asked Siria if she would be his, and they all knew her response. "The poor man, falling for that woman. He should have known that she prefers that weirdo who always wears the cloak. Hey, speak of the devil...” The door had opened, and the cloaked figure entered. The tavern became quiet. He walked up to the bar and sat down next to Marcus. "Sorry Barret," he said to the bartender in his deep dark voice, "I wont be staying long. I'd like a glass of fire wine." Marcus eyed the man with contempt. "Hey, why do you wear that cloak all the time? You too damn ugly to show your face?" The man looked towards Marcus. "You're intoxicated. I'll forgive the insult." He looked to the drink he had just been handed, and lifted it to his lips. Marcus smacked it out of the other man's hand. "You too cowardly to fight me?" The cloaked man paused. "You shouldn't have done that." One fist rushed to Marcus's gut, the other to the back of his neck. As the man fell, a boot crashed into his back, forcing him further into the wooden floor. "I'm sorry again Barret. I'll pay for the damages to the floor, and for the healer." The man in the cloak turned and left the tavern. The world was going black for Marcus. So he wasn't sure if the thing beneath the cloak was a tail or not.