Imu slammed her newspaper on the bar at the pub, a scream of rage accompanying the crash of the container her milkshake had been served on, as she buried her head into her hands in anger. Other patrons, used to her outbursts, gave it no mind.
" 'Precious Inheritance, The Blue Eye Core, Taken by Ghost' . Seems cryptic. You into the ghost stories journals spit at the public?" Rachel, the fae bartender, spoke to Imu as she cleaned up the spilled milkshake and put the miraculously intact glass on the dirty dishes rack.
"It's not a ghost story," Imu rubbed her temples, "It's a Jumi core stolen by the Jewel Hunter. I could have stopped it, but I didn't." She sighed in defeat as she pushed aside the unfinished platter of salted diceberries.
"Ah, well, in my opinion, if you didn't steal it, it's not your fault," she shrugged as she threw the dirty cloth into a nearby bucket, "Don't fret over it, Moo." The blonde's frequency at the pub had made them quite familiar with each other.