[Invite] Honor Among Thieves? Pffft!

[Demetri Malius]

Demetri could not help but give a grin at the woman as he pushed his nappy hair aside, almost immediately responding to her remark. 

"Lass, I may not be one to flounder about with women like a rich drunkard but I do know my way around the buckles," he chimes, before continuing on. "And alas you cannot be an informant without having discovered some dirt on a few measly harlots." He chuckles at the end of his boast as they then go about to repair the inn. It was true, Omnilium was still a mysterious thing, and as Ezzy begins to reform a few tables Demetri uses his senses to gather a feel of the place. 

After a few moments, the thief closes his eyes and puts his hands on the bar counter, pouring out omnilium as he allows, using large amounts of his own reserves a the multicolored drops flow out from his hands and spread across the rotted wood and spreading as if spilled water, enveloping the area and working its way outwards. Demetri is calm and still as he does this, keeping his palms pressed on the wood. His bushy brows stay slightly furrowed as his hair seems to give to some nonexistent light breeze,his lips pursed in concentration as he focused on his task. 

It was a slow but steady change as the brightly colored substance expanded throughout the tavern. Ezrihel's aide in the tables and other miscellaneous items throughout the main room, each square inch being returned past its formal glory, becoming something new. Everything matches that of which Ezzy had already started, seeming elegant and extravagant as Demetri spent well over a few hours fixing each crevasse and chip.


Once he finishes he takes in a deep breath, almost feeling as if he was not breathing that entire time, and to be honest, he wasn't sure of he was. The whole building was remodeled, and the cellar was prepared with a storage for the guild as well as the bar, in addition for preparations later, when they had time to expand. 

Ezzy then turned to him and spoke, questioning him on the name." he turns his gaze to the etching above the bar in extravagant letters.

Welcome to the Sly Courtesan

Bed and Drinks

Demetri gives a smirk. "It seems to convey a variety of messages, doesn't it, the simple combination of those two words, IRIS helped come up with the idea behind it, and it has a ring to it. What do you think o it? " he listened s for her answer before bringing something to her attention. It was about the rumors he had managed to catch on his way here. 

"Ezrihel, I believe that there is a possibility of a mysterious item that has come in close contact with those closer to the main city. I vote that we investigate and try to secure any information that we can, as well as seek out those that can help with the guild. By the looks of the bartender, he can keep the place quite tidy, and we can head out as soon as tomorrow. What do you say to that?" The thief stood with a smile, confident now that his plans and goals were finally being achieved, and that this was a start to a great new part of his life. He had experienced the worst of war and had seen the scariest of odds, so nothing could surprise him now.

 Between his trimmed 'stache and well-kept goatee, his mischievous grin stretch across his cheek, a flash of white teeth complimented by piercing grey eyes. his sharp nose and jawline showed a quick wit and masked a devious mind behind it, ready to take the entire world from the unseen background. His long healed scars showed that he would endure much in order to get to where he needed to be and do what he needed to do in order to accomplish his goals,  nothing would stop him. IRIS shifted on him, allowing his face to be seen and simply being an extra layer of circuitry under his armor. He could feel his strength grow, even as he had poured some of his reserves into the tavern, and he knew that soon he would be one to be feared, not by his strength, but by his ability and cunning.