Evil Plotting?! D:

A white-cloaked woman sat a table in a corner of the Golden Star Spear. Duchess Miracle had a half drunk mug of mead in front of her, while she observed the tavern from underneath her cloak. Humans are interesting... Ahaha.
At a table next to her, three drunk men were conversing with a man that had an untouched mug in front of him. With her sharp hearing, Duchess Miracle managed to hear everything that was being discussed, despite the noise in the tavern. She heard Lady Tia's codename the "Bloody Glaive Dragon" mentioned, so she decided to pay close attention. Finishing her current drink, she ordered another mug of mead and leaned back in her chair. The men were still talking...

Drunk Man 1: Haha, that wench needs to be shown her place!
Drunk Man 2: 'Ey, Crove, you got your sights on that one? Better look elsewhere. I 'eard she can't be tamed. 'Specially on the battlefield.
Crove: *chuckles* Hahaha. It's not wise to say things like that.
Drunk Man 3: 'Ave any of you actually seen her? That vivid blue hair...
Drunk Man 1: Well no... Just rumors, but still.
Drunk Man 2: So, whatsa a young man like you doing in a tavern, Crove?
Crove: *innocent expression* Can't a young person have a drink now and then too? Life isn't fair, so of course everyone should take a break.
Drunk Man 2: Harharhar! Ain't that the truth! *drinks deeply*
Drunk Man 3: Y'never know, she might get herself killed if she ain't careful. *drinks*
Crove: ..... *eyes flashing* What do you mean by that?
Drunk Man 3: Erm, just as I said it.

After that, Duchess Miracle didn't need to hear any more. She tossed a gold noble at the tavern owner, and left. Going over to a nearby wall, she punched it, leaving a dent. How DARE they speak of Lady Tia like that! I don't like that Crove person. He never touched his drink once! What's up with that?! A fuming Duchess Miracle stomped her way to the palace.


[[I'm going to ask my cousin right now if he can play Crove. You know him, Tia! Ben, remember?]]

At the Golden Star Spear tavern, Crove's right eye began to twitch. Dirty, drunk old men... He decided that he would try to stick to drinking by himself, even though tonight, he hadn't done any drinking at all. Crove left the tavern and headed back to his shop, which could be considered by some people to be just for show, because he was almost always away. But whenever the shop WAS opened, it was always bustling with customers.

Crove locked the door to his shop/home behind him, and headed up the stairs to his private rooms. As he got into his bed, he suddenly remembered that there had been a white cloaked person in the tavern that seemed to be staring in his direction. Crove let the thought slip from his mind, and went to sleep.

After Crove had long left the Golden Star Spear, the three drunk men continued to talk drunkenly, but after a while, they started to sober up, and everything they were saying sounded sober.