A good couple of hours oozed by as Malyss and her accomplice whispered across the table to each other. Together they attempted to make sense of the insanity in which they were now ensnared.

Other patrons conversed amongst themselves, their voices a low droning hum beneath the strains of slow jazz like music that thrummed throughout the place. Every so often Malyss's eyes would glance suspiciously around the room before locking back onto the sooty eyes of the man across from her.

"I think, dear Marrkabe, that perhaps this is just the place I'd been searching for. You are not as much the blundering fool I'd taken you for this morning. My gratitude to you for finding this... realm. " Malyss raised a thin stemmed wine glass into the air and swirled the reddish liquid inside. "To dumb luck."

The man raised his glass in salute and grinned. His chest puffed out with pride in the knowledge that he'd done something worthy of approval.

Malyss noticed his suddenly swelling ego and grinned. "Don't you go getting egotistical on me. I don't want to waste time preforming another attitude adjustment on you."

Marr nodded and smiled sheepishly.

Lady Slayde sat back and relaxed slightly, her mind racing. She had learned of places that existed above and beyond the forces of light and dark she'd been trained in while still a member of the order. To now sit in the midst of mythology was a delightfully twisted pleasure.

Now, where to begin...