Phyllis
With a grunt a Sandwing with oddly curly but messy hair pushed the dark wooden doors open that were still containing the heat from the past day. The bar smelled as usual- a mixture of alcohol and smoke in the air coming from drunk, gambling and nerve-loosing dragons playing on their table groups. Nearly dragging his wings just like his tail the Sandwing lifted himself on the counter, seemingly with his last strength from a tiring day.

"Evening Sile, the usual?"
"The usual..."

Silencer replied in short to the barkeeper- one of those that had potential of being a well paid therapist... But probably life was the cause of being dragged down to places like this. That Sandwing placed a glass of cognac down in front of Silencer who let both his forearms fall onto the counter and grunted once again. Oh how often he'd been in such situations... Ofc each of those rich dragons would have some kind of bodyguards. At this point the barkeeper didn't even question why blood was each time on that dragon's talons... And why he always chose his bar to cure his wounds at.
Bruce
Alr tuppers are only working in public threads
John
Manticore was off nearby Silencer's general area... Though he didn't know that of course... Getting food relatively cheaply from a vendor. The blind, scarred, socially awkward Sandwing slowly felt over and counted out the proper amount of coins, handing them over before walking off, starting to nibble on his food. Manti slowly began plodding down the streets with his dinner. 

Nothing much changed in his daily routine usually, with Manticore living a simple life, each day being pretty much a repeat of the previous day, unless a dragon decided to come chat with him a bit, which often didn't go too well, but Manticore had one or two dragons who managed to deal with his incredible awkwardness and slight paranoia, which he'd been extremely grateful for. 

The Sandwing knew Possibility like the back of his talon, and with less dragons on the street he made somewhat quicker progress... Though it was still pretty slow... As he headed down the almost empty streets, making his way to his usual alleyway to sleep in, not being able to afford a house or rent a room out or anything like that.
Phyllis
"It's the end of my shift-...I could get you home safely" The barkeeper said, finishing polishing couple more tables while talking with the only guest left. Silencer just shook his head half drunk- if not fully drunk -as he let couple of coins fall onto the wooden counter... Definitely not able to count that he left couple too much. "All good-...I bet you old geezer have enough problems to deal with" Silencer said his words halfway mumbling, dragging himself with his sloppy wings and tail off his seat and down towards the exit- more or less loosing ever so often his balance. At last he made it to the in both directions pushable doors as he barely managed to keep his eyes open- just as he nearly fell on his snout as he slipped those two stairs he just bounced into another Sandwing... Causing his head to swirl even more.
"Argh-good grief can't ya watch it-?"
He choked the words out of his throat, patting his own head before looking up into who he has actually bumped into. Acid green eyes- nearly murderous glared up into the other Sandwing's eyes... Normally any common dragon would feel fear- or scatter away immediately... But just then Silencer noticed something missing he normally found in everyone's gaze-...
John
Manticore continued plodding complacently down the street, minding his own business, listening to the calming, quiet sounds of the evening. As he walked however, the Sandwing caught the sound of a door next to him opening. Before Manti could react, the scarred Sandwing felt a heavy body collide with him, sending rhe Sandwing sprawling onto his side. Immediately panicking, he sprung up, switching his grip on his quarterstaff to a combat position. "W-Who are you??" He stammered immediately, clouded gray eyes looking off to the side, a bit to the right of Silencer. "What do you want?!" Heart pounding, Manti was tensed to fight, ears twitching to pick up any trace of movement via the noise the other dragon would make.
Phyllis
Slowly he let his talon let go off his head- blinking at first in confusion with tensed eyes. He squinted them to his right, before gazing back to the Sandwing he collided with on accident. After realising what his eyes were witnessing- and what the other's couldn't -he straightened his posture a bit more and loosened the tension in his face as soon as that terrible nervousness of that dragon could be literally smelled in the air.
"By the moons-"
Silencer mumbled while struggling keeping his own balance as his slightly blurry view tried to inspect couple more details about that apparently blind dragon. Manticore probably would get even more alerted after hearing metal clacking with each move his opponent took... Possible weapons? Must've been... In fact Silencer was carrying quite a view with him around his belts. But before it could come to a clash an obviously slightly drunken voice broke the awkward tension.
"-calm your guts fool... All good, ain't attacking ya-"
He explained while resting curious expression on him. Some urging thought probably made him try something others would call more or less *Unmoral*. With the tip of his tail he slightly pushed the hanging sigh of the bar, which is attached to old rusty chains which would nearly perfectly imitate the sound of his weapons. Obviously while messing with the ambience- Silencer took couple of quiet steps into the opposite of the sound he caused, before daring to slowly sneak closer. What purpose-? Curiousness purely... Testing how good the other senses of this obviously blind dragon would be.
John
Manticore heard the sound of metal, which he was able to decipher was just chains by the clinking, slight creaking of the sign and chain. And unfortunately for Silencer, he had a great sense of hearing, and could tell the dragon was attempting to sneak around him. The Sandwing's gaze immediately snapped over and locked onto Silencer, quarterstaff swiveling to point directly at the other dragon. "If you weren't going to attack me, then why did you try to distract me so you can get closer?" Manti's voice was a bit more level, but still tense, and ready for combat, tail quickly uncoiling and raising up, ready to strike. He also moved his wings slightly, feeling his surrounding area, quickly getting a feel for the environment so he wouldn't trip or hit something.
Phyllis
In slightly surprise he lifted his eyebrows together with his ears as his gaze fell directly at the tip of the weapon- an inch away from his snout. A grin spread over his drunk gaze and he let out a snort. "Not bad, must've taken some time adapting to only 4 senses" Silencer raised a talon to slowly push the blade out off his face with a claw, unable of taking his gaze off those significant different eyes. "-let's say I got curious, your eyes may be useless... But moons beware of your hearing~"
The Sandwing praised the other, totally not giving any sign of preparing a weapon neither some kind of stance ready to engage in combat-...Maybe he was just some drunk guy, but all those metals- having nothing in common with the sound of Royal guard gear -seemed still off. As much as he tried to keep it in his throat- a *Hick-!* Still slipped out from Silencer's snout before catching his breath right after 
"No offence, but if ya want a duel then come back when I ain't seeing double-" There was definitely some humorous tone in the unknown dragon's voice... But something oddly discomforting as well.
John
"...You don't *Know* Wh-what I've had to go through in my life for my senses to be like this." Manticore replied slowly, softly after a moment in reply to the comment about his hearing. Feeling the other dragon start to try and move his staff away, Manticore swiftly brought it back around, jabbing the dragon in the chest. "B-back off." He grunted, sounding nervous. He was clearly capable at combat, if his stance and confidence with the staff was anything to go by, but he lacked any kind of confidence or social skills/knowledge to clearly convey his words, constantly stammering and not really putting any force behind the words. "And I d-don't want a duel... J-Just leave me alone if you w-want a fight..." He sighed, "If I h-h-have to fight, I w-will... But I really d-don't want to..."
Phyllis
That humorous glance just snapped into a serious gaze as the staff pushed into his chest... Definitely pulling his temper that was unfortunate drunk as well and barely in control-
Silencer already gone coupe of scenarios through his blurry mind- grabbing the staff with one talon just to pull him close enough so he could slap both against his ears and so penetrating his eardrums-...Oh that would've been so pleasing for that sadism making his talons shake again... But his gaze softened again as- despite how rude he took that defensive approach -began to stutter, clearing his nervousness even more into the air. A long sigh followed with a thud of possibly a tail being laid agains the ground. "Yeah yeah-...All good I ain't in the mood either..." Silencer lied, wouldn't be his first time taking on a brawl while being drunk-...But on the other hand he had to remind himself of his own ideology again. That dragon doesn't matter, hasn't done any harm and probably won't to those that wouldn't deserve it. He could nearly hear all those traumas out of this character's tone. "...And please- could you move that stick aside? If there's one thing I hate then being pointed at with weapons~"
John
Manticore couldn't see or hear the other dragon's mood change, so he stayed firm with the placement of his staff, ready for anything, wary of this other dragon who clearly wasn't the best person to come across in the dark of the evening. Manti heard a long sigh and the thump of a tail on the ground, the soft scrape of scales on stone with the whoosh of air from the movement. Still not trusting the other dragon's next words, though he did shift sideways a few paces to be out more in the middle of the street, ears twitching and flicking, staff still leveled at Silencer... Though Manti did reluctantly take a couple paces backwards to give the other dragon some room. "...N-Not until I can fully t-trust you... I'm s-sorry..." Manticore replied simply, "I-I've learned to n-n-never let my guard d-down." He explained himself. Now that he'd cooled off just a bit with the lack of immediate combat, the Sandwing was stuttering even more, sometimes thinking about his words before speaking. Seems the drive of combat helped him to focus and drove his anxiety away, but now that the majority of it was gone... Well... His extreme social awkwardness was starting to take over with the extended conversation.
Phyllis
Seeing as the blind Sandwing kept the range but took a save distance back from him made him slowly pull some lines between the dots. Silencer crossed his forearms before sitting back on his rear, letting his gear clack with that movement. He had two guesses... One, being an odd experience to this seemingly pretty experienced fighter- it wouldn't be Silencer's first time being looked at as if he'd be insane... Two, maybe because he had that much combat experience the interaction felt hard on him than longer it expanded in civilised ways. Maybe reaching this point of total awareness without having any eyesight must've costed every bits of time other dragons would use for intellectual development in social interactions. Silencer's gears rotated in his head- and stopped just as Manticore finally finished his stutters.
"Yeah fair enough~ you probably shouldn't trust me... But hey- never letting your guard down brought me pretty far as well, you should keep that up" 
In the split of a second, before Manticore's muscles could even react to the sudden burst of movements something already grabbed his staff and to his surprise- not only his talons were struggling with pushing the staff away from being pressed against his throat- but he could feel as well how his talons slid over the sand, seemingly his weight not being enough to hold him in place. Silencer grabbed the staff and pushed it against Manticore's force, at once making his defence useless- but not in the sake of actually starting a conflict... He has chosen to try out his second guess, if that Sandwing's psychic only allowed more calm focus when engaging in combat.
"-besides... You aren't by any chance a guard or something?"
He switched the topics, his voice still somewhat unsteady from all that alcohol in his system- but he still sounded challenging, with a slight shot of friendly humour in his tone.
John
But unfortunately for Silencer, Manticore heard the movement and reacted just in time to rather deflect the Sandwing's talons away from the staff, before darting backwards a safe distance away, even more on the alert than before after that little confrontation. "No, I'm n-not a guard, but... I'm th-thinking i should call for some because y-you aren't exactly proving to be v-very nice." Manticore stated, continuing to back up, ready to just flee the scene at this point, lose the other dragon, and continue with life as normal. He was getting anxious with how the other dragon had seemed to try to get the better of him multiple times and had nearly just succeeded, while trying to pass it off as something harmless. There was now a good bit of distance between the two, as Manti had backed up a good bit. "J-Just leave me alone." He stated, giving Silencer one chance to just back off and leave before he ran. Manti knew the streets well, so he began mapping a mental route in his head, figuring he'd go stay the night by a guard post, fearing for his own safety.
Bruce
Bro 💀 just saying "Nuh uh" To an act he already did-
Phyllis
His claws just barely scratched over the staff before managing to close their grip around it- Manticore basically slipped out of the net just in time before it closed around him. Silencer's talons dug into the sandy ground to come to a sudden stop as he raised his eyebrows in surprise again. He expected a more defensive counter strike than slipping further and further away. 
"Well... I'm definitely not the nicest if we go by morality, but believe me that if I would've wanted to cause any harm to you..."
He didn't finish his sentence, but rolled his eyes instead and sighed with a grunt in his voice. He already felt the headache taking place from all that alcohol in his system- for once he tries to have some fun with a stranger, that even has enough combat experience to withstand him- and they want to run away? He definitely doesn't have the brain capacity right now to explain his ways of interaction...
"Alright fella- blame the alcohol or myself... But I engaged in duel with ya cause you seem to have slight issues with interacting"
He stated, dragging one talon over his face as if that would help him wash the blurring out of his eyes. From the sounds his talons and tail did he seemed to be turning around- eventually heading the opposite direction?
"...So go home or whatever. I ain't in the mood to fight with several guards again tonight cause some crybaby with a stick can't be man about this here"

The odd Sandwing's intentions were definitely meant to eventually provoke the other enough to engage in the planned duel anyways... Even if it wouldn't happen- it's not like Silencer would enjoy engaging in combat with the wounds he received during the day. Has Manticore even guessed by now that the fire of the industrial district of the city was caused by him... According to news it looked like an accident, but only dragons were killed that have been found to belong to another gang or mafia that has been owning that brewery. Absolutely no workers- normal citizens -were harmed, no burnings unlike all those mafiosos had along with unidentifiable wounds possibly caused by blades. Rumours have been spreading around that some evil version of Robbin hood harms all organisations more powerful than the rights of normal dragons. An evil Robbin- cause none of his targets have survived an encounter, or at least died during the day due to some unidentifiable poison in their system- nothing that could be cured with a cactus or any other herbs.
"Don't trip on your way home"
Silencer called over, obviously seeming to be struggling more himself with keeping his balance- 
He was suspicious... Definitely not interested in provoking more policies through *'hunting'* After Manticore who hasn't even done anything harmful to society.
Bruce
Anyways if you have plot ideas, spit em.

Alr- 
Then let's improvise with brainstorming 

•Possible guardians coming along - Silencer hiding - Manticore's decision if he's gonna snitch or pretend he's just chilling alone in the alleys 

•Manticore having to go into the same direction as Silencer goes anyways, so they have to share some more moments, eventually talking about the resent even (look up the latest reply I wrote) or just gonna small talk about, I dunno what

Damn as if Silencer's morals would let him kill some blind dude he doesn't know xD

Nah but fr, maybe a switch to the next day would be fine. Though for Silencer it can be slightly difficult showing himself in daylight after being the target of the local guard policy since the night before- But for Manti's sake, that's a more chill interaction.

Yeah my bad I forgor 💀 I'll reply as soon as I'm home

OML the chill "Yeah lest be buddies" Thing is so not Silencer's style 💀 but yeah I'll try make him a comfort character more or less- *Shivery thumbs up* 👍👍
Alice
🎉 **| Lightbringer** Leveled up!
Phyllis
*...This shitty habit of always having to drink after being messed up finally calls its karma-...*
Silencer thought as he slandered through the alleyways, pretty crowded during daytime as all those little stands set around nearly every corner of the city to sell their goods. Smells of herbs and cooked food travelling with the Sandwings through the place and remembering Silencer of finally having more than his medicine and alcohol as a meal. The headache was terrible, combined with the heat not really nicer than hell's description... But better than having to deal with mafiosos and their ugly trick- gosh those wounds were still tearing on Silencer's nerves as he continued to drag himself through the crowd, wearing a dusty old brownish robe over his wings and head- happily avoiding his face reveal that's printed over all those wanted flyers. He couldn't guess when the last time was his bounty was that high-

But as his memories trailed through yesterday's night he also remembered something else than only the disaster he caused at the brewery... He couldn't recall every image but what he remembered was this oddly talented blind dragons facing him. As talented as his skills in combat were- mainly the oddness he had interacting with Silencer stayed in his head.