A ghost and a ghost of a man walk into a bar just beyond the walls of the guardian city. "Pour me a drink." Says the violet Awoken with silver eyes. "I'm on the job, and it's laborious work." He throws his head up as the first of a line of drinks goes down. "What manner of work are you speaking of?" The bartender growls, as he glares at the pristine armor clad Awoken. "Lads and lasses round these parts do REAL work protectin us from the darkness, and they've the dust o' mars and the mud o' Venus about'em to show for it." He scoffed as he poured the last of the violet awoken's drink. The pristine Hunter makes no reply and moves little more than his eyes towards his ghost. As the bartender carries on with his insults, the ghost begins circling the room, visiting tables of people and urging them to stay close to the walls of the small saloon. Upon returning to his guardian owner, the ghost relays urgently, "they're about 93 seconds out from our present location." "Who's 93 seconds out?" The bar tender asks. "What manner of trouble did you lead here hunter!?" The bartender, just about to toss the guardian to the floor stops short, the confidence in those bored silver eyes makes him hesitate. Then his smooth voice sounded one last time. "Thank you for the drink. This should cover the mess..." The violet awoken tosses a heaping satchel of glimmer onto the bar and spins lazily on his stool to face the door. "What mess?" the bartender said following the guardian's cold gaze to the door, his voice filled with dread and his face going as pale as the lost moon. His inquiry was met with a chorus of vulge, vex and hive screams from just beyond the door. A war had been waged right outside the small pub. The sounds of 3 armies surprised by one another and the natural death that follows filled the air like a symphony of chaos. The violet Awoken Hunter looked up at the door from his slouch and smirked handsomely, for he looked over all that he had made, and behold, it was good.