Thurman
Reentering the inn was a familiar looking woman. It was Yumiko, who had seemed to be done with whatever business she was doing out on the streets of Salvainia. She crept past the domestic in silence, making her way back to her room to begin outfitting herself with her equipment.

Yumiko changed into a fresh, warmly coloured yukata. A sash was wrapped around her waist to secure the loose and flowing fabric. She armoured herself in her steel brigandine and steel gauntlets, and finally sheathed her blades to her side.

**"Concealment."** She whispered, her Oriate features manifesting outwards once more. 

It was time for another quest.

Now ready, she stepped outside the tavern, briskly making her way to the New Sunlight to make more money.
Charles
"A true gentleman."

*Tsuruno stated, entering the tavern as the blue oni held the door for her. She couldn't really hide her true appearance anymore, but didn't relly care given there was free booze on the menu. Making her way over to one of the free tables, she supported her claymore against the chair and sat down on with one foot set on the edge of the chair, laying one of her arms over her raised knee. Looking back over her shoulder to see to his current whereabouts.*
Nathaniel
*Sai would walk to the table after her but wouldn't sit down yet, he'd just toss the robe from his shoulder onto the back of the chair and rested his staff against it. He'd then look up at Tsu.*

"What'd you want?"
Charles
"Anything you can set on fire."

*With that, she gave him a lot of freedom on what to buy. Least she wasn't picky... Or she just decided to heed his warning.*
Nathaniel
*That gave him TOO much freedom. To the point it could be anything that isn't water, juice or milk. He knew the Oni, especially the Reds could handle their alcohol, but at the same time strong spirit had a bad taste. In a very Sai fashion he decided to go for the strongest alcohol that still managed to taste good which was Earth Macen Ale. Buying two tankards at the bar and bringing them to the table where Tsu sat. He'd place one in front of her then sit down himself.*

"Didn't give me a very specific instruction, so now you get ale. If you're disappointed, that's too bad."
Charles
"No, it's fine. I'll just get some spirit by the counter before we leave."

*She said, leaning forward to take the tankard and took a large gulp straight away.*

"So how'd you end up here? If I remember right, your clan lives a decent bit away as well, no?"
Nathaniel
"I left my clan a good while ago to train with a man that was meant to be an urban legend meant to scare the kids. Haven't returned since. I'm not exactly what you'd call popular around there, given my height. At least not with the guys. So in the end I didn't really feel like I belonged there. My father didn't want to take me into the Red Clan because it would be the same thing there due to my skin color. So I just became -an- Oni and think of myself as Colorless."

*He'd take a swig of his drink to take a break from talking. Then once he's sure that she took everything in he decided to answer the actual question.*

"The old man died a while ago so I've been trying to get closer to society, doing odd jobs here and there. Whatever one of our kind is suited for anyway. What about you? Unlike the Blue Clan, you have a sea separating you from here. Yet here you."
Charles
"Oh I just wanted to kill new things and return with a trophy good enough to become somewhat better known. I picked a lot of fights when I was small, thought they'd forget it if I did something worth getting stories written of." 

*She'd explain, setting her mug doen for now, resting her head on her arm she had over her knee thoughtfully.*

"In the meantime I came to realise it might not be as important to me as it was when I came here. Now I just work as a sellsword, looking for stronger things to fight. Challenge myself, get better. I don't know... Maybe I'm just doing this to pass time until I find an actual purpose."
Nathaniel
"I think that's the first thing we've had in common... Apart from the obvious fact that we are both of the same race."

*He'd smile slightly. Clearly he wasn't use to being able to relate to anyone. Not since his mentor died anyway. It wasn't a very long lived smile as he took a sip of his ale and while his mouth was covered with the tankard, the smile was already gone.*

"Any luck finding bigger, badder opponents?"
Charles
"Heard of a supposed elder dragon being on the continent. Some armoured figure told me about how he 'negotiated' with it to leave his village alone. Probably lied though. Then again... We had sandworms back home so I don't see why there couldn't be any dragons around."

*She explained, drinking from her ale.*

"...Nothing in the seven hells will compell me to even attempt fighting another one again."
Nathaniel
"I'm sure noone else would notice a massive fire-breathing dragon flying around." *He'd say in a sarcastic tone.* "Never actually saw any sandworms. Only read about them in books. People say that their meat tastes like chicken. Though they say that about practically anything to justify eating it."

*He'd take another big gulp of his ale, wiping the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand. He'd use the chair to wrap his arms backwards and crack his back as audible pops are heard. Sai would then just stare at Tsu for a moment, as if in thought about something.*
Charles
"If I don't get it served dead in front of me, I'm not curious. Took me a solid month to recover from all the acid burns..."

*She stated, shuddering slightly in disgust as her not-so pleasant memories of being devoured by one came back to her, downing the rest of her drink to wash the feeling away, letting out a relieved sigh once she was back in the present.*

"Anyways, tell me more about this urban legend you've trained with. Haven't seen a lot of people use fire magic while having an armour made of ice."
Nathaniel
*He'd think for a moment about how to tell the story, drinking as he does so. His eyes would be closed for a while, then would open and the tankard would be set back down onto the table, he'd drum the fingers on the edge then begin.*

"Okay so. As kids we were told of an outcast, someone who did something -terrible- at the Festival of the Six Demon Kings hundreds of years ago. Each parent told their own story of what the terrible thing was, depending on what they wanted to teach their kid. At any rate, he was told to have been stripped of his horns, rank, everything. And left to starve in the woods. They said his ghost still comes around to haunt people during the festival. That's where I come in. On my eighteenth Festival, the year I left the village, I saw his ghost. Or what I thought was his ghost. What I really saw was..."

*He'd suddenly stop, having a sheepish grin on his face as he looked at Tsu. He'd just pretend as if he finished the tale, leaving her and what was probably the only important part of the whole thing. Who exactly was the mystery Oni?*
Era
Steiner would slip quietly into the Tavern. He moved to sit apart from the crowd at the bar. He paid for a measly bottle of rum just to keep the bartenders at bay. He would drink his rum in peace, the week had been hard on him. All his clients were getting all antsy and deranged.
Heather
***"I..."**

He paused and blushed very pink.

**"I did not want you to leave so soon, Vanixa-"**

He turned his head towards the door of his tavern as people started to roll in. He perked up in happiness and moved towards the side of the counter closest to the new comers.

**"Welcome to my tavern! What I can assist you all with?"***
Helen
Vanixa was truly bewildered, one moment the man was blushing her way and the other not so much. Vanixa listened to the man's words a small weight removed from her chest knowing he did enjoy her company as well. Then in the next moment the tavern began to fill, and he was back to his business. Vanixa eyed a few of the new faces , **" You are busy I shall return soon." ** Vanixa exited the tavern then not wanting to be so... So open around others.
Heather
*He looked over towards Vanixa and frowned a little bit. He hoped she would return soon. No, he knew she would. He waved bye to her as she exited and then turned his attention to the others that had entered.*
Era
Steiner nodded to the bartender while he waited for his bottle of rum. It had been awhile since he'd seen such a friendly bartender. Many were gruff stoic fellows who never pandered to idle chatter. Only ever opening their mouths to tell someone their bill or cut off their drinks for the night. Steiner would idly tug at his beard while he peered around at the other patrons as well.
Heather
*He had turned and made his way to his stash of bottles, looking through them before he pulled out the bottle of rum for Steiner. He grabbed a mug, in case he would rather take it little bit by little bit, and approached Steiner. He opened the bottle of rum and then placed the bottle and mug in front of him. Nagnis kept a smile on his face.

**"Welcome, sir. Are you from around here?"** The dark elf asked.*
Era
With a grin the man reached out and grasped the bottle, immediately bringing it to his lips for a swig before answering.

"Aye, been 'ere all m'life."

He would clear his throat before bringing the rum to his lips again, this time taking long, deep draws from the bottle. He enjoyed the warmth the drink brought him.