Exton

Stoney slips from the keyboard and steps outside. The might is beautiful, stars so bright, they seem within fingertip reach. Stoney doesn't see them. Alise dances in his mind, her hair a wild mass in the moonlight, dripping wet as she steps from the lake, the glow of excitement as she slips from his back, the look on her face at Ike's music choices.

He feels something touch his hand. The small shifter who helped them earlier looks up at him. "You remind me of someone my people respect." At his blank look she continues. "He is a very dangerous man, quiet and stern. We have sent a runner to the Hand of Death."

She steps away from him, motioning him to follow, and slips back into the shadows of the bar. There is a bench along the wall. "Listen for your girlfriend. I will make sure no one disturbs you." He gives her a startled look. "Yes, I know what you can do, I heard your screams, and the beautiful promise."

She drops to all fours, twisting as her form changes. Looking up once, she stalks along the deeper shadows, keeping watch.