Zenith OCT: R2 Intermission
A good long soak in mineral laced waters had gone a long way to fully relaxing, Inari after the brief tussle in the cemetery. With his hair cleaned of Xerxes drool and a fresh pair of clothes, Morgan was looking quite a bit better himself, save for the fresh bruises and split lip he had acquired. Despite the minors scrapes though, the young elf had seemed more then happy to take her up on the offer of drinks. That had been about four hours ago and three people less.
Crammed together at the bar where it had just been her and Morgan, Inari now found herself tucked between her younger brother, Ivis and Szithlar. Even Cecil had joined them when she caught sight of her brother across the tavern room. Now about a dozen rounds in and feeling as serene as she had in a long time, Inari could only smirk as she listened to her sibling's retelling of how he got the scar on his face.
"So she's always been this violent?"
" Morgan..." chastising him with a quic