The Poison Apple
Whip and Donkey turned around to face the room they'd entered. Of course, it didn't make much difference to Whip so she quickly used her ears to figure out what was going on. They seemed to be in some kind of bar. There was a man four fingers short of a fist playing the piano, and he wasn't half bad at it, a bar tender, and a few costumers. Not many though.
"Hey look. We've got some new guys." The bar tender said. Whip had feeling the person was a she, despite the strange voice.
"Really?" one of the costumers asked. "Most people have left by now. Usually to make a deal with Rumpel."
Whip's ears went flat. She would never trust him enough to sign a deal, and she was blind anyway. But she couldn't say either of those things. "Yeah, well. We're new here." She flew up to the bar and ordered herself and Donkey a drink. Donkey walked off.
Shortly after he left, someone new came up. Someone short and in boots. "Hello Seniorita." He was definitely Spanish. "So, you're new here?" Whip nodded. There was a silence. "You seem to have a lot of things for someone at the Poison Apple." He said.
So that's where we are. Whip thought. She was on her toes now though. He was clearly suspicious. "Well, we did just get chased around by a dragon. Can't be too picky where you go when that happens."
He made a 'hmm' sound. Then the door opened and someone new walked in. They ordered a drink. Their voice was scratchy but Whip could tell they were a she. In fact, if Whip didn't know better, she'd say the person was making their voice scratch intentionally. "Are those extender claws?" she asked.
Whip jumped a little. She knew the person must be talking to her. "Uh, yeah."
"I hear they're hard to make."
"Yeah they are." Whip feathers' shrunk a little. "They were a present from my mentor."
The person didn't say anything else. Whip wondered if she'd nodded. It seemed likely.
There was a noise outside. Everyone turned toward the entrance. "Oh great. She's trying to put up a wanted poster again." The piano player groaned. He got up and went out. Whip, the guy in boots, and the woman who'd asked about her claws, followed him. "Hey! No wanted signs here witch!"
The witch stopped putting the sign up. "The orders come from the King. He wants a wanted sign here, that's where it will be."
"Say, that's an ogre." Boots, that's what Whip had dubbed him anyway, said.
The witch snorted. "Obviously."
"I got to go." And with that Boots walked off.
"Me too." the woman said. She sounded a little nervous. Then she left.
Whip sighed then realized she had to find Star. "Well since everybody else's leaving, now seems as good a time as any to do so." And she walked away too.