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Galen ducked. The candlestick crashed into the wall behind him and he winced. Hang on, had it been silver? He should just jump out the window. Maybe a spell to make him light as a feather? Did he have any feathers on him? No. Maybe one of the pillows… Oh moons, too late now. Galen’s...

The wooden drawers of the heavy desk creaked as they opened. Galen winced. Should he cast a muffling spell? Too late now. The light from the moons above cast far too much light in through open window shutters. At least it meant Galen could see while he worked. Working. He supposed that was...

Cosimo had a lot of thoughts running through his drink-addled mind. Mentally preparing to go outside and have a proper duel. Wondering who in this gambling den he could call on as a second. Did he have time for another drink? And thinking about how the woman he had insulted really was rather...

“Demand satisfaction?” This idiot didn’t know who he was. What a stupid, stupid idea. Cosimo currently held the most first-blood strikes of any of the mercantile families. Except of course… for one outstanding exception. The boy stood languidly, one hand resting on the hilt of his rapier. All...

A dramatic sigh, as Cosimo lolled back in his chair, though he couldn’t hide the way his lips twitched up in the slightest of smirks. “Apologize for what, not being a droll bore like you?” The boy took another sip of his reserve, though his other hand, beneath the table, rested on the hilt of...

“Odds huh,” Cosimo held the glass to his lips, eyeing the armored man over the rim, “And how do you fancy those with your… employer?” He leaned closer, conspiratorially, “A woman like that? Surely you must have tried rolling your dice with her. Tell me how was it… Oh what’s wrong, my Autumn...

As the apparently old friends became reacquainted, Cosimo motioned to the waiter to bring him another round of that Reserve - it really was quite good. He did pout somewhat at Natasha’s implication that he couldn’t afford it - what was the point of all the rich sable he wore if it didn’t...

“I prefer brandy to ale, darling, but you got it in one.” The dilettante arched an eyebrow at the bearded newcomer, but when the lady indicated they all join her he wandered over with a what the hell shrug to take a seat at the table for four. Why the hell not. He quaffed half his drink.

An invisible force exerted itself on Cosimo, forcing him back into his seat. Magic? His lips curled in a defiant sneer, "A hunter? No. I don't even know what you're talking about." Cosimo squirmed in his seat, fingers itching for the hilt of his dagger. "So what is this, a bar for freak...

He picked up the new glass and held it up, blue eyes like chips of ice looking at her over the rim as he took a long…. Slow… Sip. Behind her, he caught the shifting movement of what he presumed to be her bodyguard, fiancée, or chaperon. Cosimo cast a glance his way and squarely put him in the...

“Oh yeah? Is that what you tell your mortal cattle?” Sneered the boy. He couldn’t help himself. He could sense the waters he was treading in, deep and dark with no way of knowing what exactly lurked beneath. A thrill raced through him.

"Oh of course, Tybalta," Cosimo felt the familiar mix of envy and admiration at the name, though he managed to keep his tone casual and matter-of-fact, as if Lorenzo had not just mentioned one of city's greatest duelists. A prodigy they called him. Pompous ass. Cosimo had put nearly a half-dozen...

Losing a few tosses, thinking for a fourth, then the crowd started parting near Cosimo. He cast a glance over one shoulder and felt his heart skip a beat at the sight of the massive beastkin wading through the mob, head and shoulders above most in the establishment. Shit. Looks just how they...

The slender Allirian man’s brow wrinkled at Afanas’ reaction. So he wasn’t joking about sucking the life out of people. Just what exactly is he? Not human, certainly. But maybe not an elf either. Another man joined them, unprompted, remarkable for his beauty and poise, flaming red hair aside...

"You suck the what? Ministrations of victims?" Carefree chuckle masking nervousness, Cosimo's swimming vision struggled to focus on the man in front of him. "I didn't take you as a gigolo, a side hustle to your mercenary work? Let me know if you want introductions to the Madame at the Lily...