"Philomel." Scarlet said evenly, she hadn't seen the faun since the Crystal Sword debacle, and the day that Shinsou had died. She regarded the matronly faun with scelera black and crimson eyes. If the faun was shocked at Scarlets appearance she didn't show it. She must have seen the call for help from the fae, for she picked him up.

"You know he's an adult." Scarlet mused, as she placed her elbow on the table and her cheek in her hand, passively watching the scene unfold before her. With her free hand, Scarlet simply rose her glass to Philomel. If the faun wasn't going to bother her, Scarlet saw no reason to instigate anything. Why should she? She was here to wait out the rain. Not to stir trouble. Besides, if she remained....amicable toward the faun, perhaps her and her boat of whores would leave the Seventh Sanctum well enough alone, Thaynes above would know that Philomel would have a field day if she knew how Lye was acting lately.

The emotionless assassin glanced around the rest of the tavern, her eyes landed on a familiar blue haired catgirl. So Madison let her free after all. Her eyes narrowed, Scarlet was sure that Madison kept up her side of the bargain, and that the little bitch would have no recollection of how to get to the sanctum. Eteri's eyes met Scarlets and she immedietly hid behind the man she was with.

Good. She remembered the time in the sanctum at least. So she knew not to fuck with her. No point in approaching her either, Scarlet had no desire to interact with anyone here. She turned her eyes toward the other glass of Firewhiskey. Normally, she was able to hold her alcohol quite well, but the few sips she had taken from her own glass had her feeling oddly ill. What a waste... what a waste....