Four Winds Tavern

Thanking the fact that disgusting beast had left, Spectral takes his hand off his blade before rising from his seat to float next to the red haired woman whom he has come to enjoy the company of. In his chivalrous nature he would never try to hurt women, and to threaten one is heinous by any thought. Smiling a weak smile Spectral hovers letting his black tail swirl against the ground before speaking

"With all due respect ma'am, our previous discussion can wait for a moment. Rhiannon, are you alright? I hate to see your tavern infiltrated by that filth. From Shademoor no doubt"

Spectral spat the name of the neighboring town as if it were a curse before a sincere look of concern swept across his face, worry prominent in a pair of violet eyes. Feeling bad about forcing himself upon her he frowns before looking to the powerful and passionate male next to her assuming him to be the other owner of this establishment. Waiting for her to respond, Spectral promised himself he would introduce himself to the man after insuring Rhiannon's well being

Laughing Spectral listens to the name that Rhiannon had given him and also in relief the she is well. Looking to her Spectral smiles flashing a set of ivory fangs, trademark of the vampire before speaking again.

"A knight you say? That's the first I've been called that Rhiannon. However, I am relieved to hear that you are unfazed by this. However if you say this happens more often then not, you may want to look into more help then your obviously capable co-owner."

Extending his hand to this man Spectral smiles to him, admiring his power and knowing he may be just as friendly as the beautiful woman with them.

"Spectral Shadow at your service. A pleasure to meet you."

Being intrigued for a moment a quick gleam comes across Spectral's violet eyes after a firm handshake. Looking to the couple and their monetary issues a smile comes across his face.

"A pleasure indeed sir. You have quite an establishment he with this lovely woman by your side. As for self-control, it comes when I have to tame my bloodlust. The curse of the vampire unfortunately. But..."

Before continuing his sentence Spectral gazes to the books again letting his violet eyes roll in their sockets.

"It has allowed me to pursue many different trades. One of them being, as Rhiannon so quaintly put it, a bean counter."

Looking away from the books, Spectral glances to his wine quickly before his gaze falls back on the couple. "Perhaps, there is a way we can help each other."

As Spectral floats before the couple he begins to get a pensive look in his eyes as he speaks. He notices Rhiannon's smile, but disregards it wanting to choose his words very carefully. His phantom tail swirling, he hovers in place as his story is told.

"Actually, I have no permanent place of residence truthfully. I make due begging in trading for temporary homes. Mainly I keep my attire nice and my blade sharp with the trading of ivories."

Reaching into the jacket of his suit he pulls out a massive fang smirking. The beast that had the fang must have truly been monstrous since it completely covers the males palm.

"You see I mainly look up in the frozen tundra to the north. I trust you are familiar with the Empty Space? Fortunately plenty of lesser dragons go there to an unsuspecting icy grave. My ghostly half grants me intangibility when I so choose, so the bone-chilling winds pass through me like a hand through smoke. I only need to grab what I can find and go to the right buyer. I make a profit, just to send it to whomever is altruistic enough, or greedy enough, to allow me to spend the night. I can always find someone in Shademoor if I have made enough profit."

Frowning the desperate vampire looks to the couple for a chance to end the vicious cycle he's in.

"Please. If I could have permanent lodging here, I would work for free. Like I said, being a skilled mathematician and accountant are only a few of my trades. And I assure you both I would earn my key."

Hopeful, Spectral nearly prays for their hospitality to extend farther to him so that he may finally have a place to call home.

Seeing the key Spectral smiles widely taking it. In a rush of euphoria he embraces the woman in a tight hug and flies around the entire tavern before before realizing what he had done. Backing up and regaining his composure he floats in front of her sheepishly, letting his ghostly tail, straightened from flight, curve and swirl again.

"Thank you so much. And please forgive me my boldness. It's just this was so overwhelming. I'm sorry, it won't happen again."

Looking to the key in his hand Spectral stows it in his jacket before looking to the fang in his other. Extending it he smiles a bit exposing his ivory fangs.

"Please. Take this as my apology and my thanks. The fang will offer a large sum to the right buyer. I was going to use it to purchase lodging, but I no longer have need for it."

Nodding the phantom stows away the massive fang amazed and pleased at the hospitality of these people

"Thank you. Although I don't think I would take Shademoor over such a place of elegance. As for liking you both, I think it's plain to see that both of you have already given me so much. I don't think it's possible for me not to."

Floating over to his unfinished wine Spectral frowns slightly looking at the crimson liquid as it reminds him of something.

"I hate so much to ask questions this personal madame, and forgive me my boldness, but that foul creature that was here earlier was simply a monster. Yet you oppose him as if you towered over him. I'm sorry to make accusations but you must clearly be more than human. Of what race do you belong exactly?"

Ashamed he asked that Spectral looks to his wine sheepishly before amending himself

"Again my apologies for my imposing upon you, and feel free not to answer. I was simply curious, and curiosity gets the best of me from time to time."

As Spectral chuckles a bit he raises an index finger to the kindred spirit to reply. Knowing that he still had one more secret left untold he begins to speak

"Well I consider myself foolish for not seeing it before ma'am, but it's nice to know someone here knows of my torment. However, to say I am not a cat..."

Reaching for his wine Spectral drinks the remaining contents with a sly smile. After draining his glass, Spectral sets it down continuing his thought.

"One day after a bountiful hunt, I sold the ivories I collected and had plenty for lodging and some for pleasure. So, I visited Agatha's Magic Shoppe, and paid the lovely witch to endow me with the ability of feline transformation. People seem to be more sympathetic to homeless cats than homeless vampire wraiths"

Laughing at Rhiannon's reasoning Spectral looks to her tearing up from the comment earlier made. Composing himself he begins to speak

"Oh, I must apologize for that Rhiannon, but to think I would enjoy something so hollow and meaningless is humorous to me. I feel that it's mutual emotion that's truly sexy. I did however get much more sympathy from women then men as a cat. As such I spent many a day smelling of perfume."

Thinking for a moment about his talents, Spectral decides to list his mystical ones first.

"Agatha gave me feline transformation. My phantom half grants me invisibility, intangibility, and as you can plainly see, flight."

Gesturing to his swirling tail Spectral smiles to Rhiannon before continuing. Grabbing the hilt of his blade Spectral smiles not breaking his gaze with this woman.

"I am also an accomplished pianist, violinist, and a daft hand at swordplay. I've also dabbled in culinary practice and potion making as well. With the gift of immortality I figured I'd have just enough time to become a 'Jack of all Trades'. After all, when the bounty was rich up north I used it to buy a beautiful violin which, later had to be sold when bounty was low. The piano came as I learned to play at bars for money. I did a lot of work for witches and wizards so I learned potion making from books that I 'borrowed' from seedier fellows."

Smiling widely Spectral looks to the couple in obvious delight, his violet eyes filled with joy.

"I am in your debt you two. If you want something done, it will be done to the best of my ability. As for the culinary aspect, I feel even as vampires we still have human organs. They lay dormant in us, but I say they are not extinct. Fortunately I have reacquired a taste for most foods. To do so is simply delicious and rewarding."

Chuckling Spectral floats to an empty seat sitting down finally after levitating for so long.

"But don't get me wrong, I enjoy the ambrosia of blood just as much as any other vampire. The music I would love to play, I have no doubt I'll be continuing my exploits to the Empty Space to pick up some extra funds so I'll purchase a new violin soon. But enough banter I think..."

Looking over to Nathaniel Spectral's tones swiftly becomes serious as he gazes to the powerful male.

"Nathaniel, if you don't mind, I'd like to see the financial journals of the tavern. Might as well get them out of the way first so I can collect fresh ivories on the morrow."

Swain stepped forth into the pub his boot's echoing against the wooden panels of the floor his Shakespearian and Mc Jagger style clothes working in Unison to convey his Personality he brushed his hand across the metallic mask concealing his face before he spoke casting aside the cape which did hang loosely at his shoulders " Good morrow , Patrons " he said as if forcing such a jolly tone he stepped further into the pub not bothering to answer any Greetings directed back to him .

Swain hated his Heritage the Royalty and Noble blood which ran through his veins so much so that he removed every element of order and Government Organisation from the realm and left it in the hands of two ruling powers whom wage brawls to stay on top that was swains kind of world and he loved to be the man moving the chess pieces the tension between the academes currently lay on the verge of war " The mad blood doth bubble and stir a civil brawl cometh to the land in the wind it moves with the pace of a stallion and the mercy of the merciless "

Seeing a man lean over the counter, apparently begging for food and water Spectral, while taking a few liberties he felt were unearned, glided over the counter from his seat, taking a glass from behind the counter and filling it at a tap nearby. As his wispy tail swirled beneath him, Spectral's violet eyes looked at the man as he placed the glass in front of him. Frowning to the male Spectral wonders what he did to himself to reduce himself to this weakness. Pushing those thoughts aside for now, the silver haired vampire decided it would be best to ensure the stranger's good health first.

"Sir? Are you alright?"

Swain noted the events before him the female which brushed past him and did so with haste exit the tavern he sighed also hearing the words of an Elf something he had not heard for quite sometime Elven folk where rare in these parts since the war with the Dragon-kind and he fought along side the species at the Battle of Merriston when the Village was under siege he commanded the battle himself one of the last of the war , he had great connections within the Elven community to this day the rather harsher war faring clans to be precise he didn't have much time for peacekeepers for peace cannot be kept when the hunger for power is great he did so wonder which form of Quenya this elf spoke .

"Man or Adan " he spoke with clarity knowing that the only reaction would be from the male seated a way from him .