Ana watched her leave, marking her face, before heading into the nearest tavern. Only one patron... she walked to the bar, and ordered a soup and mead.

"About time someone else appreciates a mid-day drink." Troy stated to the air from a few seats down, now in the middle of his fifth mug and quite clearly inebriated. "Busy with their damn jobs, not having to worry about all the ffffucking corpses on their hands every day."

Ana looked over at the man who spoke, taking a drink of her mead. "The work of justice is never lucrative," she said. "It takes far more than it gives.”

"It'll take you and everyone you care about, as long as fuckers like those gods exist out there." Troy replied, taking a deep swig to empty out his fifth mug. "No matter how many we killed, there was always another bastard out there to cause problems."

"You ever heard of the Ram's Crest? Probably not, we were wiped the fuck out." Troy grumbled, trying to get another drink of his empty mug before the barkeep could even get him another one.

"And you would've ran yourself through with your own sword like everyone else." Troy placed his forehead on the counter, sighing. "Count me lucky, I guess."

As Megan walked she noticed something in the distance and went to check it out. She paused and saw that it was some weird looking demons hauling away some elven women. Megan sighed and said "I know I'm going to regret this..." then headed forward.

Megan waited for her mark as she moved to the shadows waiting to strike

Megan readied herself as she croutched a bit, she only had one chance, three quick strikes should take down the demons and free the elves.

Megan stuck moving and slashing down the three demons in quick succession as the elves ran. She paused as they started to stir and she got ready to fight. She whispered "I knew this was a bad idea "

"That's a ballsy thing to say." Troy replied, focusing as best as he could on the woman now. "If that thing even exists, one of the gods have probably destroyed it or put it somewhere we can never hope to reach it. They're assholes like that."

"I don't know." Troy replied, not really in the mood to think too hard about it. "Good luck finding it. You find it, I'll gladly help you out." He stated, raising his right hand up as a large bronze round shield appeared on his arm. The sudden weight dragged his arm down, slamming it loudly against the counter. "I always keep my stuff nearby."