[Hill-Shatar]

Standing in the shadows of the Tap and Tea, Hill found himself disgusted by the notion that he wore dresses for pleasure of himself instead of the numerous ladies on the board. Seething for several hours, he watched as the two lasses stumbled around, talking to some Raven they thought was not real while a Kender named Maharlika danced by, the purses of the two ladies falling mysteriously into one of his patches, no doubt to be found by the shocked Kender when far away from the pub.

Most puzzling, these other SYMians. Two obviously drunk woman were sitting at a table, after having gone through some very good scotch. Hill knew that DW had some good stuff throughout the pub... he had once raiding one stash to find some good Cuban Rum and Whisky.

There was a young man, perhaps still a boy, making passes at the lady with the Scottish accent, to no avail. A knight sat at the table, with very strange armour. Hill wondered why people still wandered around in the present with armour such as this, but reminding himself that he was located in SYM, he remembered that most likely these armour and swords were capable of something akin to guns anyways. He wondered if guns even existed at all, but given that there were people around the table wearing mini skirts, he guessed it was very modern.

They appeared to be carrying out some sort of conversation involving raven and sheep. Hill's head had risen when he heard the name of his harem, but was disapointed to hear they were t6alking about some magical beasts regarding magical spam. Bah, his magic would suffice in a need. He also noticed a young man in a toga pop up beside the legs of the older of the two ladies. He was surprised he did not detect the young man, he must be a shippery as a wet fish in an old man's grasp, and tricky to, especially since the table had a table cloth cut very short.

This was an unusal occurance. His stays at the Tap and Tea were not as often these days, and it was eerily quiet, the chunking and spalatting of spam in the factory had gone silent and the frat parties at the HC had lowered in volume. 'What sort of disturbance could cause this, I wonder?' thought the young man, brushing hair under his headband gently.

Turning around, he saw a young Australian coming towards the pub. He saw the man pivot and try to stab some Raven with his two pronged fork, but missed. He continued his journey towards the door, and Hill sidled farther into his shadowed hiding place, listening attentively in excitement for what was to happen...