T is for...Trouble?

In exasperation she reads the sign again. "Troll spit?" She wrinkles her little nose in disgust. "That doesnt sound very appetizing." She looks around again, trying to remember where she had come from. Memories from a distant past floated fuzzily around in her mind, slipping through her grasp as she tried to focus on them. She rubbed her forehead. "Good heavens, i need a drink." And yet, this place seemed oddly familiar...."Well then..." Mumbling to herself she pushed open the front door. Her golden green eyes scanned her surroundings as took a step into the bar.

[Chronica]

Sitting at the bar lost in thought, Chronica's auburn hair hung down her back in seemingly unruly waves. Her waves, glinting in the shimmering light of the fire, contrasted with the deep black of the large wings that protruded from her back above the low backed ensemble she wore, and the pale creamy skin that was visible. Today she donned a dress instead of her typical breeches and over-sized tunic making her seem feminine and feral. Completely unaware of the newcomer to the Troll Spit, she continued to run her finger in circles about the rim of her near empty wine glass.

[Cain]

The man behind the bar looked up and noded to the newcomer. Those of more modern worlds might reconise his choice of clothing as a buisness suit that looked like it had been slept in and a pair of dark sunglasses that his his eyes. Its difficult to say how someone from a more mideval world might see his atire. However, whatever kind of world they might be from , the odded thing he wore was probably the cerimonial looking fox mask he wore on the side of his head.

"Hello there, welcome to Troll Spit Bar & Grill, can I-"

From the door behind him there was the sound of someone clearing thier throught. The man sighed before starting again sounding a bit annoyed.

"Welcome to Troll Spit Bar & Grill, home of the 'Oh dear God, what is that?' special. Can I get you anything? . . . Eh sorry about that, my Cheif has been threatening to start doing horible things to the food if I didn't try his new idea of an advertising campaign..."

Taking in her surroundings, her eyes come to rest on the woman with....wings? Her eyes widened in surprise. She was completely sure she had never seen anything like this before. Where had she come to to? What was this place? Looking down at herself she noticed a strange glowing Onyx gem set in a necklace that she had not been wearing.....well, ever. Not that she could remember. But it seemed that at the moment she could not remember many things. Her attention was drawn to the man in the unfamiliar garb, as he began to speak.

"Um....the special does sound very....special, indeed. But i think i'll just settle for a..."

Her voice trailed off, as she looked around quickly for a chair. She was beginning to feel quite dizzy.

"I'm sorry, excuse me, i just....dont know where i am?"

[Cain]

The man raises his eyebrow.
"As I said this is Troll Spit Bar & Grill, uh, we're a nice little place in the middle of the multiverse that has, well just about anything you could want, uh exept answers, those arn't always in suply, they can sometimes be hard to get... Are you alright? Perhaps you should sit down."

"Yeah spit...i mean,uh...sit. Good idea."

She sat down hard in the nearest chair and blinked her eyes several times. Her hands went to the gem around her neck as she brought it up and stared at it, a puzzled frown drawing in her eyebrows. Right now it was just a hard black mirror, no answers to be found. She let it drop back into place.

"If you dont mind me asking....why do wear a mask?"

[Cain]

"Mask? Oh right the mask. Hmmm"

He tilted his head to the side with arms crossed.
"I don't supose you would accept that I think it makes a stunning fashion accesory?"
he grinned as he said it.
"But no in truth, it helps me think, and well its handy to have close at hand.