The Keepers of Chaos: A Vault of Hell

Alekzandr Ikorov: LXXXI

"Should-"

"Just leave him." Herod clasped a hand on Alekzandr's back. "Just.. just leave him." He nodded, taking a long swig.

"Good call, tell me what is so appealing about this.. Orange juice? Do you desire the sweetness.. Tart? I can't understand." Alekzandr waved his hands about while Herod's expression never changed. Herod took a long audible sip.

"Probably the pulp." Herod sighed with refreshment. "Just something about it.. Really nice." He shrugged and sat down. "You should try it, mix a little with your vodka.. Really changes the flavor, here." He poured some in a glass mixing a tad bit of the vodka in a nearby bottle. Alekz rolled his eyes but tried it nonetheless.

*Ding-ding*

"So..." Herod remarked.

*Ding-Ding*

"So." Alekz replied.

*Ding-Ding*

They sat across one another, staring eye to eye drinking.

"Are none of y'all gonna get that?!" Alekz's attention was turned to Andraste who had entered via the back door.

"I thought you were at work?" Herod exclaimed.

"I went to ask for a day off. We lost someone yesterday. I'm not working." That sounded about right. Alekzandr waited for Andraste to reach for the door, still hearing someone ringing the bell. "Hello?" The elf opened the door. "Where the hell have you two been?" Alekz spun around to see both Riu and Adleth actually together, walking into the tavern with bored tired expressions on their faces.

"Looking for answers." The two walked in and sat down near the bar. "Riu here.." Adleth spat bitterly. "Forgot her key."

"Hey! You did too!" Riu protested.

"I've never had a house key until this one! I'm not used to house keys!" Adleth rejected. The two quralled a bit. A few minutes of this and once again there was a sound at the door.

*Knock-Knock*

His head turned in surprise wondering who- shit they knocked, Alekz's eyes snapped about for a brief second. Yet Adleth didn't have much of a reaction past annoyance.

"Oh for the love of.. I'll get it! Again." Andraste groaned walking to the door. Good to know everyone was pretty lazy. "Hello sir?" The elf's voice took on an odd tone when she opened the door.

"Hi." The voice from the door was gruffy and deep. It sounded like a basse Viola harmonic and calm, "My name is Vestus Konstotte.. I'm looking for Estral Ever'reiyn?" There was a moment of frowning from the table. Estral? An.. Ever'reiyn? Alekzandr hadn't heard that last name in a little while now. The last time being when Riu mentioned it.. When they had all met.

"Oh yes she's right inside." Andraste replied. But the figure at the door seemed to protest.

"No.. I'm.. Looking for a man. Estral. Ever'reiyn." The figure tried to clarify once again.

"What..." Riu whispered, making an odd choking sound nearby Alekz studied her face. She was full of shock and confusion. "An.. Ever'reiyn?"

"Do come inside.. I may not know who that is. But please." Andraste was a little too trusting of strangers for his taste. Though.. The last time he really trusted a stranger that soon after meeting them was the day he met the love of his life.

"Alright, well I guess I will get out of this uh terrible weather right?!" The figure responded. Though with kinda an odd tone. That was a pretty bad joke, especially since the weather was supposedly pristine. Stepping inside unobscured by Andraste Alekzandr got his first good look at him. The man, if you could call him that, was tall with no hair and pale white skin with black lines running all along it he had deep grey eyes and a hefty yet strong look to him. He was obviously a giant, from where was harder to place for Alekzandr but he'd seen giants before. The giant held an enormous pack over his shoulders and was dressed in what could only be described as a mixture between travelers clothes and a blacksmithing uniform compact and easy to move in. At his side was a large red metal hammer that flickered with a soft orange aura of fire like it was sparking around every few seconds. The oddest part however about this figure was.. 'Lobodovshki, he's ugly!' His face was twisted at odd angles and had several scratches and indents along it. It wasn't that he was just misshapen, but more he was simply ugly! His eyes were at different levels and random spots of discoloration dotted his face, yet he had such a warm and pleasant expression on his face, Alekz was confused on how to feel. "Hi. I'm Vestus. Vestus Konstotte. I.. am looking for my.. Son, Estral?" Everyone at the bar continued to look confused.