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[Tal'Rakan]

Rakan was listening and absorbing all of this knowledge. This... red giant, roughly his size, seemingly was an expert on the local myths and legends. The others? They were the ones those were created of. Truly a Marvelous group. His short tail was now swaying behind him as his curiosity rose beyond the level he could contain it.

After downing the free drink he was offered, he pulled a small box made of pure jade, one split to chambers filled with caramelised fruit. Opening it, he made sure the smell of candized bananas, papayas, dragonfruits, pineapples and many various berries had spread around. He left the box open as he picked a piece of papaya with his claw and slowly devoured it, licking his chops from the thick syrup they were kept in. Then, gently pushing the box forward, at a glance accidentally, but in reality in a gesture of offering, he finally chimed into the conversation with a voice filled with interest and curiosity.

"I hope this will pre a proper apolotchy for listeninkh upon your words. I was very curious to hear from and aprout the preasts that have such letchendary status that it even reached into far away lands." The lynx so far was confidently smiling. After a short pause, a slightly less bold admission came. "Sadly, mine was isolated from any word for the past years. No word of khreat preinkhs from preyond the water came to the Phoenixes. If you can excuse my... meddlesomeness," He spoke the last word very carefully, after all, he was still learning this language. "I would love to hear of your deeds, proth past and present."

 

[Ruffano Quickwhistle]

Ruffano lifted his mostly-emptied glass toward the retreating forms of Jeshal and Tanya, putting on the grandest farewell he could muster without tumbling off his stool.

“Goodbye, you ghostly gallant and your ever-glamorous companion! May your next haunting be just as heartwarming!” he called after them with a flourish. “Do look me up next time you want a proper encore!”

It had been, undeniably, one of the most delightful nights he’d had in recent memory. Expensive rum always helped, but it was the company that truly counted.

He was just settling back into his seat when Pomodu caught his attention once more with the full force of her oversized enthusiasm and colorful book. A musical? Of that? Of all that?! His ear twitched, his grin widening.

“Pomodu, my delightful demonessif such a musical is ever to be written, you must take a lead role. Passion!” he declared, jabbing a dramatic finger into the air. “That’s what shows are missing nowadays. Passion! And you, my dear, are overflowing with it!”

Before he could be swept away in his own ideas, a familiar accent tickled his ears. Ruffano blinked once, then twice.

“Birdcat!” he exclaimed, twisting around in delight to point at the jade-toting lynx. “We’ve got to stop meeting like this! Friendship requires a change of scenery, don’tcha know!”

He eyed the box of syrupy fruit with keen interest, gesturing delicately in a “may I?” fashion before plucking a morsel.

“I think you’re onto something, dear Pom,” he said through a satisfied chew. “Clearly we’ve got an audience. Our feathery feline friend here is positively brimming with scholarly curiosity. What better way to educate than with dance numbers, power ballads, and the occasional dramatic betrayal on a fog-drenched barricade?”

He slapped the bar with his free paw.

“Yes! Tonight’s history lesson has me inspired! Let the record show: history belongs to those who sing it loudly!”