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"C'mon guys and gals, that's enough for tonight. Retire to your tents or rooms and sleep this off. Gods know you guys deserve it."

Sid addressed the entire bar with her sentence, clearly expressing that the party was over. A few audible groans drifted over the bar, as a large group of people made their way out. Faera seemed to be doing alright now that Beelzes had come to her aid. He just hoped that Faera wouldn't pick up on some of the Deep Human's bad habits. Just as he began to get up and leave for the night, a harpy pushed his way into the bar through the crowd and up to Sid. He couldn't quite hear him over the commotion, but he could pick out words here and there.

"Commander...report...location...spy."

Spy. That word stood out for obvious reasons. He knew that the dragon weren't above mindless slaughter, but it hadn't really crossed his mind that creatures who aspired for Godhood would bother to try and figure out the legion's plans. It was just proof that the dragons were not omnipotent, and that they had good reason to be afraid for their lives. It was a sentiment that he was glad to hear had got across to the dragons and their ilk.

"Iriana-"

Duran hoped he hadn't heard what he thought he had. Was Iriana a spy? The implications were staggering if that were true. The fact that a cultist could have not only made its way into the legion, but so close to the upper echelons of command was a frightening thought indeed. Who was to say that anybody else was not working for the dragons?

Duran got up and began to leave at about the same time that Sarish and four of his ladies filed out the door. He whispered to the cleric, "So, did you hear what that harpy was saying the Sid?"

Duran was normally a quiet individual, but gossip was something he could hardly resist.