The Asphodel Meadows, Venue (Crete)

[Carmen Quintana]

Location: Main Room, at the Bar.
Scene: Open

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It had been a long day out under the sun. Carmen stepped through the doors and paused a few steps in. She removed her hat and shook her head. A modest puff of dust encircled her head like a nebula for a few seconds before disappearing. She took her gold-tint sunglasses and slipped them into a pocket. Hat under her arm, she strode over to the bar. Placing it atop the counter. A tall, muscular, salt and pepper man of modestly stocky build, turned. His hazel eyes greeted her. His lips mildly curving.

"Welcome back, senora."

"Gracias Marus. A Sangre del Pueblo, Alanis-blend por favor senor."

Marus turned and reached into a pocket. Pulling out a key for a locked metal safe. Pulling out a bottle of faintly purple liquid. He reached over to a shelf and pulled off a glass and poured a quarter of the cup full. Spinning on his feel, he set the glass down. Carmen offered him a smile and took the glass. Raising it up to her nose. Taking in the strong aroma of the Clan Alanis brand. Pleased, she took a sip. The kick came immediately and so too did the scintillating taste of the rich blend of spices that hid the otherwise, coppery taste.

"Mmm, nothing like a good Sangre del Pueblo."

"Si."

She took another sip. Glass back on the bar top, Carmen peeled off her tight-gloves and then slipped them into an interior coat-pocket. She flexed the fingers of each hand and then picked up the glass once more. Idly swirling the aromatic liquid. Leaning in to let the scent waft up to her nose. Closing her eyes. A pleasant smile crossing her countenance.

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"My kin! We are Corsair! We are the 'Horned Ones'! By Crete we have been made strong! There is no foe we cannot defeat! No enemy shall be spared our horns! No friend or ally shall find us wanting! For we are Corsair! By the might of the Imperio we spread out our hands! All we see will be ours one day! I have had a dream. A dream of a green Crete. A paradise! And in that dream, our enemies are not there! Crushed and mangled beneath our horns! Uplift your voices! Shout with me! Corsair! Corsair! Corsair!"

-Carmen Elena 'Silver' Quintana of Clan Quintana of the Corsair Imperio