Jumaji took a long draw of the thick, honey coloured liquid in his hand, savouring the sweet yet bitter taste amongst the rowdy tavern atmosphere. He had expected the building to be busy, considering the call to action from their current Warchief, but he hadn't expected them to be spilling out onto the streets. The red-headed troll druid took another long sip, enjoying his dislike of formality as he had managed to secure a bar-side seat. Unfortunately his blonde-haired arcane companion had followed, currently teetering on the edge of tipsy from the local wine selection, the tips of his elven ears turning a slight shade of rose. He flinched at the surprise jab to his ribs, glancing over at the blood elf currently elbowing him and loudly whispering, "Look! I don't *hic* soddin' belive*hic* She's ere! Of all places..." Mid-hiccup, he downed the half glass in one go, Jumaji sighing as his companion, the renowned mage Eltharion, barely managed to avoid falling off the stool, and half sauntered, half staggered towards an outdoor table. He took another long sip, and watched.
Sienna sat with several tomes in front of her, some open, some propping other books up. She was quite content with the background rabble aiding her studies while sipping cheap wine from the bottle, slowly munching on a conjured cinnamon roll, while also absently playing with a small conjured fireball. Her red-gold hair shimmered much like the fire in her hand as she flicked a wrist and the page in front of her turned. She saw the stumbling figure long before he ever reached the table, tracking while debating the use of polymorph in the current area. The figure stumbled past mumbling something, and then reappeared with a loud "Firecracker!" She groaned inwardly, both recognising the name and the slightly wavering voice. "Arsewipe" she grumbled low, keeping her face neutral as he succeeded on sitting opposite her without falling off the bench, "Surprised to see you here, Magus. I never realised you were so patriotic." The slightly dishevelled man gave a half smirk, sitting up straighter and with a quick word fixed his hair and clothing to something more decent.
"I'm a bit surprised myself, you didn't strike me as the kind of mage to follow anyone." He eyed the books, barely glancing the title before flames engulfed the table, leaving only scorch marks and Sienna. "I'm here on personal business, Blondie, so if you don't mind..." Her golden eyes danced with arcane fire as he simply smirked back. "How personal? Perhaps I can help..." She kept her face neutral, flames dancing across her knuckles as she answered, "Piss off. The last time you helped, I ended up stranded on Draenor with nothing but a bedroll and a feather." His smirk widened, "That was simply payback for the Arakkoa tree you burned to the ground while I was unconscious inside it." The flames grew brighter, "Returning the favour after you polymorphed and sold me for their fuel-ritual." Eltharion spread his hand on the table, purple arcane energy swirling along the grain. "Simply paying you in kind for..."
Jumaji sighed watching the exchange. The bar had grown rowdy and tense, and he knew a fight was going to start. He tipped the barkeep before heading outside to the mages quarrelling. Eltharion was about to retort when a three-fingered hand grabbed his robe, pulling him unceremoniously off the bench with a yelp. "Tis gettin' outta hand, mon. Let's go." The troll got a few paces before the struggling began, "Unhand me, I'm not some whore you can drag wherever you want, you beast!" Sienna watched, waving slightly as Eltharion was dragged into the night, before turning back to the now raucous and brawling Tavern. With a sigh she packed up, and left.
