"I swear that if I don't get Syl's cute ass to work as security in the tavern we're ******* doomed"
"OOooo!" Kasha oooo'ed, like hearing a bad word. "You said ass, and *******, and tavern!"

"Just because I say it doesn't mean that you can say it, Kasha! Watch your language!"

With a soft slap on the back of the half-elf's head, the eladrin made sure that the girl learned that saying bad words while being so young wasn't something that she would allow.

Kasha jolted at the soft slap and had a mixture of embarrassment and confusion. She opened her mouth to protest, but instead decided not to.

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"I swear that if I don't get Syl's cute ass to work as security in the tavern we're ****ing doomed"

 Syl releases a barking laugh, slapping a wiry hand to his thin legs. "Security may not be the best occupation for me - I'd be half as likely to start a fight as I am to stop it! However - if you keep calling me cute, I'll be forced to reconsider." Half of his face breaks in a shit-eating grin before he rapidly stalks from where they came, angling to reach Bruvir and Arys soon. 

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"OOooo!" Kasha oooo'ed, like hearing a bad word. "You said ass, and ****ing, and tavern!"

 "Easy on the words, Kasha! Not the first two - the third's the worst," Syl replies with a small smile. Taverns had made his life. And they had ruined it. Syl didn't care either way. His life was his life - there was no point in dwelling on regret. The momentary completive look on Syl's face washes towards one of enthused energy. "Let's make it to Bruvir and Avys, eh? I wonder if Bruvir took out a few kneecaps while we were gone. I wouldn't be surprised."

"Security may not be the best occupation for me - I'd be half as likely to start a fight as I am to stop it! However - if you keep calling me cute, I'll be forced to reconsider." 
"I think she likes you, too!" Kasha beamed, happy for you.

"Easy on the words, Kasha! Not the first two - the third's the worst."
Kasha gasped, looking at the camera. "It is?!" she squeaked, now really confused.

"Let's make it to Bruvir and Avys, eh? I wonder if Bruvir took out a few kneecaps while we were gone. I wouldn't be surprised."
"Hi Bruvir! Hi Avys!" Kasha said, walking up to them. "Ooo! A Cementary! Spooky!"

"No! Wait! I don't like Syl! No offense, dude, but I meant that your ass is cute, only your bottom. Though, if I can pay you in compliments, I'll write you a few poems"

Trying to solve the situation, Feliara said that as fast as she could before looking angrily towards Kasha, almost pouting. After reaching the other friends, the elf waved at them at the same time that she gifted them a warm smile.

"Hey hey hey! How it's going my last sane friends?"

Kasha, still smiling at Syl, turns to look at Feli, but upon seeing her face, startles and the smile drops.

BACK AT THE MANOR

Finally they were back at the manor, alive and doing fairly well. Feliara looked at her beloved party and pondered where life led her. She had good friends, ones that maybe weren't the most common, but they surely made a great group. She felt amazing with them, she didn't lack anything she could wish for. Surely she didn't have a scalie husband like before, but she had a lot of memories so she was fine. Furthermore, she knew that Fafner was there helping her. She sighed and stood up from a chair where she had been resting for a while after arriving.

"I'm going to take a bath, guys. Don't start a fight without me"

After that she went upstairs and entered her private bathroom, filled the tub and undressed before getting in. It was quite creepy that the water turned red when she got in, but, if she closed her eyes, everything seemed fine.

Let's get in a post or two of RP before I move the game to the next morning.

"Hi Lif!" Kasha squeaked.
"Hello, Lady Kasha." Lif bowed.
"We went into some strange house and killed guards! I don't even know why!"
"How exhilarating, my Lady."
"Whoa, ease up on the big words, mister."
"As you wish, your Ladyship."
"That's better. I'm hungry. Can you whip us up some din din, or something?"
"Of course. What you would like?"
"I dunno. Back home, the tiefling cook and his soup helper thingy would just present us with some food, he never asked, I don't think.." she trailed off.
"Very well, my Lady, I shall "whip" up something. Make sure you wash up before dinner."
"HAW! Wash up. You're funny."

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"No! Wait! I don't like Syl! No offense, dude, but I meant that your ass is cute, only your bottom. Though, if I can pay you in compliments, I'll write you a few poems"

 Syl released a few clear, enthused laughs, clearly amused at Feliara's embarrassment. "It's all meant in jest, Feliara. I would've thought a bard could pick up on amused jabs for fun," he joked with a wink. 

He calmly waved towards Bruvir and Avys - distractions were always important. And what they saw could be more important yet. Who know. At least he felt at home in this quaint, little, crazy crew. 

Upon returning to the manor, Syl busies himself by unwrapping and rewrapping the bandages cocooning his wiry limbs. They had become nearly soaked with blood. Tch. What a shame. In a whim only inspired by earning much more coin than an impulsive drunkard should ever have in a short amount of time, Syl makes a rapid dash towards a finer clothes dispenser and purchases a collection of emerald-green robes the higher-up Monks tended to be fond of. Syl shrugs - it complimented his bronze skin, and he had the money - so why not? Sylivar exits the store and purses his lips to whistle, quarterstaff loosely resting along the back of his neck as he sways through the cobbled streets. A moment passes as he reflects on the current events - Zhentarim and the Xanathar's war and how unsafe meddling with them could be crosses his mind. Did they really want to involve themselves? Gang conflicts usually resulted in death and more death. Cycles continue on, or whatever philosophical bullshit the head Monks in his monastery preached instead of actually doing their jobs. Did they really want to risk their lives for an uncertain goal? Feliara had lived a life, sure, but messing with the bard-in-training was always a laugh. Syl's mother always asked him to laugh in earnest more. Jeering, mirthful bouts of hilarity had been earned from the drink. He wonders where she is now, what people thought of him. Syl didn't pretend to understand Avys's fixation with inventing random artifacts, but Syl respects anyone committed to the pursuit of knowledge. Bruvir, despite his rambling, had proven to be a staunch ally. Syl seats himself near a fountain and chuckles to himself - it was a good thing Wood Elves were fast, or the integrity of his kneecaps might have been put into question long ago from Syl's habit of joking. Out of all, perhaps he respected Naumick the most. He spoke the most by saying the least - back to those old Monk's proverbs again. And Kasha. Syl vividly remembers watching that little sparrow morph into an elf before his eyes after wandering through the woods in a drunken stupor. He had tried some dubious substances, but that was something else. A crow croaks in an alleyway beyond. Syl softly smiles. He wonders how many birds he'd thrown seeds to were really other people. The thought comforted him more than weirded him out. 

Syl abruptly halts and turns on a heel as a sound breaks him from his reverie. A bottle crashes on the street nearby. A Half-Orc bouncer carries a few lousy drunkards by the back of the neck and tosses them into a ditch. Syl appears surprised - there was a time where he wouldn't swing by a bar without grabbing a drink. And he had just walked half the way home without feeling tempted at all. Well, shit. That was something. Syl slowly swivels around and walks towards the house, mind confused. Perhaps spending time with these people was actually doing something for him. Who knew. 

A cheerful-as-ever Syl bonelessly slides through a window and stands upright, donning better clothing the usually ratty Elf wears. He claps his hands together, eyes playfully darting around. "So! What's the news? What do we want to get up to today, huh?" he asks. Perhaps today they would embark on another thrilling heist. Or another heart-racing stakeout. The adventures never really ended here, did they? 

"I think everyone wanted to go to the sedimentary tomorrow morning to see what that robot man Bruvir and Alys saw was doing. Or something. Something about a stone." Kasha said, eating messily. "Are these potatoes? Wow."

Once she was done with the bath, Feliara got dressed with a nice white blouse and some blue pants that she had laying around. More comfy than beautiful, the only thing that would probably attract attention was the above average cleavage that she wore with pride. Just in the middle, the red scale from a dragon born hanged like an expensive gem. 

She came out of the bath and sat on the edge of her bed before, with help of her mage hand, braiding her precious red hair. She looked around the room, her new house, wondering what things those walls witnessed and would witness. Love? Mysteries? A murder perhaps? Maybe some reality bending spells? Or even a demon? They surely looked old and she wished she could speak with them. Once she was done, she went down to the main floor where she assumed everyone would be.

She went downstairs taking her time to appreciate the house. She liked doing that, pretending that it was her first time there and watching everything like she didn't know about it. What would people think about that? About that new tavern, the sketchy people inside and their eternal smiles? Once she got there, she shook her head and waved at them with a nice smile before sitting on top of a table and resting her feet on one of the chairs. She then took out her lyre and played a few notes to give that room a more lovely ambient.

"Bon appetite, Kasha! And nice clothes Syl, you look amazing in those!"

"Thanks!" she said, mouth full, looking at your outfit, "I rea-" and then looking at your boobs, turned back to her food, a little red.

"Don't stop with the compliments, hon. You know those keep me young"

She joked before starting to play a happy song without any lyrics. She closed ver leyes, focusing on the notes. A smile appeared on her face as she let her fingers pluck the strings of her beautiful instrument. She couldn't wait for the day that the establishment would become an amazing tavern, one where she would spend a great part of her life.

Once Kasha was done eating, she gave Lif an appreciative smile, turned into a black cat, and coiled up next to Feli on the floor while she played - and slept.

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"I think everyone wanted to go to the sedimentary tomorrow morning to see what that robot man Bruvir and Alys saw was doing. Or something. Something about a stone." Kasha said, eating messily. "Are these potatoes? Wow."

 Syl remembers the situation from earlier. Right. "Of course! Robot men? Some others might find that strange, but I find that pretty cool, honestly. Waterdeep is full of surprises," Syl replies with a smile over a slightly concerned expression. "And yeah, they're potatoes - is that strange? Do you eat enough?" 

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"Bon appetite, Kasha! And nice clothes Syl, you look amazing in those!"

 "I feel I'm a real Monk now rather than some drunkard. Isn't that great?" Syl replies, balancing entirely on one end of his quarterstaff, standing on the bent center. One day it would crack. Perhaps Syl should invest in a higher-quality quarterstaff to match his robes. Syl giggles slightly - splurging was something he had become accustomed to through alcohol. Spending his money on something less destructive felt quite nice for a change. 

Overnight, he retreats to the small cot he placed in the wine cellar. It was as nice as the hard bunks the monks-in-training, so Syl didn't mind. He reflects over the events of the previous day, entering his usual Elven trance to simply reconsider what his true priorities were.  

Bruvir was quiet and spent the night mostly to himself after sharing what he and Avys had discovered earlier; oftentimes seen muttering to himself and staring at his obnoxiously large Maul that he seemed to carry around for no particular reason.  Eventually retreating to his room, he spent a large portion of the night practicing a few new abilities he had begun to master since joining up with this particular lot.  Anyone whose rooms were directly underneath Bruvir's in the attic could hear stomping, loud noises and the occasional bouts of booming laughter - with none of Bruvir's trademark squeakiness -  go on throughout the night and into the early morning.

Seeing how everybody went to sleep, Feliara decided to stay in the main room and kept playing her instrument. Her melodies slowly went from happy to calm to finally sad ones. Those days had been hard to say the least. What didn't happen in years happened in just the blink of an eye. She managed to rest enough thanks to being an elf, though her fingers started to ache when the sun poked from behind the mountains. She then sang a song, one that was as tranquil as the midnight sea and pretty as life.

"One morning
As the leaves were falling
I found my life leaving
Couldn't help but calling
And he must have heard my cry
Turning to me with a tear in his eye"

She then stopped singing but kept playing her lyre. Like a bird that waits for her mate's response, she kept looking through the window to infinity. Around a minute passed and she started to sing again, emotion flooding her voice but still managing to not break under it.

"Life left us
Yesterday's outshining
Our any tomorrow
With a silver lining
Remember a distant day
For even memories may fade away

Come lay down
By my side and sing me
An ode to the fallen
Make it come inside me
Do you ever think thereof
While the cold wind weeps the lay of our love"