Sabrina
Night fell, the incessant chattering downstairs relented, and the streets grew dangerously dark. The tavern lit up like a guiding beacon in the murky sea, its torches outside splendid for the travellers, obnoxious for mice and criminals, who poked their heads out and shuffled into entrance from their shelter against the day.

The inn's hallway was dim, lit up only with a few candles.
Priscilla
There he stood, features cloaked under a deep shadow. Outside a room's door, he had his hand up, ready to knock— yet, courage failed him and he could only stare blankly at its rough wooden material— weathered, old, dusty, pathetic.
Maryjo
She sat there in her room, painting away. Not many people knew painting was her hobby. She heard a knock and a creek, only to find the strong man standing before her. She didn't honestly mind him so she just looked away and got back to painting, hinting for him to come in.
Michael
*Dismas walked down the hallway, armor clanking loudly as he passed by and saw Mengele staring at a door and knowing him he knew he'd not have balls to knock whoever's door he was gazing upon so he approached him.* "What are you waiting for? You gonna knock or are you just gonna stand there, admiring the door's rough surface?." *He said amicably, he clearly wasn't mocking him for sure.*
Priscilla
The guard first reacted to the clanking of armour— Sir Dismas, and his instincts told him to knock on the door, thrice. 

"It's... *Her*, room." The guard then explained, "I just... Don't know if I should be bothering her during this hour, but... I think we need to make sure she doesn't do anything *Stupid* Tonight."
Maryjo
She heard the knocking and rushed to the door, opening it quick.
"Yes-? Oh, it's you. Come in."
She sat back down at her chair.
"Why are you here?" She asked with a curious tone.
Priscilla
Arms loosely besides his shifting body, he gave his knightly friend a glance, before clearing his throat and gulped. 

"I- I'm sorry... For what happened earlier. It was... Not me," — his hands drew circles in the air — "I- it was probably the alcohol," He concluded, "And I- I've never been good with it. The things I said- I."

He pursed his lips. A pause held still in the air, as he stabled himself with heels dug deep. 

"Listen," He made a gesture as if he was surrendering, "Whatever I said, it's not true- and I- I'm sorry, too, about your father, I mean. It was wrong of me." 

Then, he backed away, putting Sir Dismas in front of himself as if to say: "*It's your turn to apologise.*"
Maryjo
"Why are you apologising?" *She giggles, and this surprised the sober Knight.*
"I found that part funny! The things you said did kinda hurt but.. Its okay." *She puts on a slightly forced smile.*
"And about my dad.. I'll.. Be okay. I can survive without him.. I'll just miss him. A lot.." *She frowned.*
"Now enough of the grief! I'm okay now and that's all that matters." *She smiled once again but this time, it felt — and looked — real.*
Priscilla
The guard looked at Sir Dismas again for a reaction, before carefully making eye contact with the girl with a smirk that spelled "Awkward" Than "Genuine".
Maryjo
"Hm? What are you looking at?"
Michael
*Dismas stood there motionless, thinking of words to fall from his mouth. He was dragged into it and he was never good with apologies, unsure if it was because he he couldn't muster up the words or that it was the part of him that didn't care. But of course, now sober, he had control, a leash to hold himself back, he could force himself. He takes a deep sigh, voice echoing from his helmet.* "Surprisingly, as our first encounter was... Rough. I'm not usually a terrible person I-" *He took a pause and sighed before rephrasing.* "...I'm not usually a rude- person, it's just... The alcohol, it casts a strange spell on men that leaves us unhinged and violent." *He took another sigh. He refused to lift his visor, didn't want to show her his vulnerability, his lack of confidence, how he refused to meet her eyes and how he was partially lying out of his teeth.* "And as for your father, I say this with full honesty, I'm sorry. I know..." *He sighs* "I know what it's like to lose parents... And I know how rough it feels so know that I speak truly when I say I'm sorry." *He clears his throat, going back to his more blunt tone.* "And if we find the perpetrators, know that we will surely make them pay, thoroughly."
Priscilla
"Y-yeah, the alcohol. We really should keep ourselves away from that thing huh?"

The guard concluded with a half-hearted chuckle, tapping the shoulder of Sir Dismas very curtly, before putting both hands behind as he rocked back and forth— heels and toes. 

"Ahem, well. I'm sure... Sir Dismas and I are... *Plenty* Glad, that you are back on your feet so quick. When tomorrow comes, we'll just-" He glanced over to Sir Dismas, "Let... You... Go on your own...?"
Michael
"Come on Mengele, where are your manners?" He said with his usual gallantry. "This woman payed for our rooms and now, the way I see it, she's got no one, the least we could do is stay till someone more who's more responsible is willing to take the job, that is if that's what she wants. After all, a rarity such as her could be quite in danger roaming about in Salvainia all alone. Plus, I doubt she'd be able to avenge her father on her own."
Priscilla
He could only senselessly nod along the knight with his knightly lines and bravado, seemingly in accordance. However, he spoke this: "So... How long do you think... We should be waiting? I mean- avenging one's father sounds... Quite the overarching mission. If we waited for mercenaries..." — he tilted his head in thought — "... She might have another problem at hand, financially."
Maryjo
"Not to worry, dearies. I have multiple aunts in the North to hand me money! And we will avenge my father, I will not back down. Anyway! Since we are in an Inn we could go get some dinner." *She smiled, trying her best to hide her grief and to be honest, shame.*
Evelyn
[Vaulter: "What do you mean 'we'" Lmao]
Michael
"Mercenary bands..." *He said in response to Mengele* "They're a double edged sword, on the one hand they're expendable, well kitted and some times even well trained, on the other hand, they mostly consist of honorless sods, just about to do anything for coin, in this case anything could be anything, rush into the fray mace in hand or stab you in the back. Plus the lot are usually undisciplined, just about to break formation in order to loot, raid, pillage and rape a nearby town, relying on them is... Well risky business. They're no diffrent from brigands for hire." *He turns to the Kitsune, hands on his hip in a gallant stance.* "Well it's good to know you've got the spirit and will and I think dinner would be nice, it's a rarity that I get to eat proper. But one last thing before we head off, I'm afraid we haven't introduced ourselves properly, what may be your name m'lady?"
Priscilla
"Mercenaries are like that...—" He curtly tilted his head "—... Well, maybe. But, what I meant is-" The guard raised his hand, about to explain in great details. However, Sir Dismas already seemed disinterested in the topic, so have the kitsune moved onto the next: dinner and avenging her father... *Together*?

"Wait, wait wait wait, what do you mea—"
Maryjo
*She smiled, this time positive they'll be a trio.* "Kiro! Kiro Hatsumi, your local kemonomimi." *She giggles and looks at the two of them, comparing their height in her mind. The guard is taller.. Maybe? She wasn't sure, but then she looks back at Mengele, the buff man, handsome yet intimidating. She didn't like him romantically at all, but if she did, he wouldn't date her and she knew that. Then she looks back at the knight, only being able to see his strong arms and a glimpse of his face, she realised both of them were equally handsome. Yes, there were things that made one or the other more handsome, but she settled on her decision. She then refocuses on their conversation.*
Michael
"A pleasure to meet you madam Hatsumi." *He said, mispronouncing.* "It's quite the foreign name but of course it need not matter." *He said before raising his right hand to his chest, stretching his left far back behind him before bending his back knee in a elegant bow.* "As for me, I am dubbed Sir Dismas of House Eldrige, knight errant." *He stands back up* "So, shall we converse more over dinner? If we are to travel together it'd be better to get in touch with one another, Mengele included, he who I surmise, has already been acquainted to you, correct?"
Maryjo
"C... Correct!" *She thinks of their first meeting, her teasing him, almost cornering him. It was so fun hehe! — she thought.*
Priscilla
"Yeah, I- I'm Mengele." He muttered, "Guard from East Mentia."

The last sentence was so soft that they could barely hear it.
Michael
"Splendid! Now, let us go dine, I assume, they've a menu of goods downstairs." *He said leaving the room on his way to the stairs.*
Maryjo
"Mengele.. Can you stay for a moment..?" *She asked, expecting him to say no.*
Michael
*Dismas chuckled under his breath as Mengele scurried out first, his voice muffled by the visor of his helmet. That man despite looking older than him reminded Dismas of his own cowardness in his early days, unable to even aim a bow at a deer without shaking like a fool, unsure if it was due to his lack of strength or his nervousness at the time. He'd have to fix that somehow, fear and anxiety is only but a warriors enemy, for one can have all the training, physique, equipment and wit they need, but if they lack courage, they might as well hang themselves.*
Priscilla
The guard, "Mengele", could only flatten his mouth, stretching his lips across as if unsatisfied. His gaze dropped to the floor, before raising both his hands again. 

"Sure, why not. Let's get dinner."
Evelyn
Sorry for the wait folks. Went outside for takeaway
Maryjo
"Ah.. Alright.." *She follows them both, excited to eat since its been quite some time.*
Michael
*Dismas went downstairs and scouted a table, eventually walking up to a fine large table. It wasn't hard to pick as there weren't many people at the inn, most folks were either sleeping or at the tavern, however Dismas' brief life in high society made him know that having a table was only half a luxury, the quality of both the table and where it was seated at was most important.*
William
*Kiro was only just coming downstairs, her tails swayed as soft as silk. She held on to her clothing as she didn't want an accident to happen.*

*Eventually when she was down, she saw Dismas. She came over and sat next to him, waiting for Mengele.*
Priscilla
The guard followed closely behind Kiro, her five tails swinging around like a fox's— now he understood the concern and awe-inducing speech that Sir Dismas did when they first met.
William
*As she sat down, her tails intertwined with the chairs legs. This was common and she couldn't always control it, so she decided to leave it be.*
Michael
*Dismas sat down, removing his helmet and coif. He groaned as he jolted his head to the right as he brushed his hair aside, it had been a while since he had cut it or shaved for that matter. He started counting he amount of silver in his purse as he looked at the menu. He had already spent it mostly on drinks, oils, provisions for the roads and a bunch of other things and despite the kind donation from a kind nobleman he got before his arrival in Salvainia, he was already short on coin.*
William
"Dismas you know I could pay right? It's fine, no need to worry!" *She said in a reassuring voice. She's not as bad as she seems.*
Priscilla
The guard sat down eventually. He reached down from underneath, and was just about to pull out a purse— but when Kiro declared that, he came up with no coins in his hands.
Michael
"Your payment for the room was sufficient, I don't need your income." *He said almost offended, he didn't like to rely on others, it showed weakness, lack of discipline, father taught him that most of the world was out to get him and he couldn't rely on the help of others, only himself. Plus if he let himself be swayed by greater finance from a rich noblewoman for no work whatsoever he'd get tempted by the claws of greed, which could spiral him into degeneracy. He counted his coin and murmured under his breath.* "Aw... Cripes..." *He didn't have enough for a nice porkchop or any form of meat for that matter. No matter he had just about enough for a bowl of lentil soup, peasant food.*
Priscilla
The guard gave the knight a quick glance, before he looked over to Kiro. He stayed quiet.
William
*She sighed, she wanted to pay for them. She had nowhere else to spend the money anyway.* "Alright, fine. I'll pay for me and Mengele's food then. Sounds okay?" *She smiled.*
Michael
"Sure" *He said, raising his hand to a waitress.* "I'll have a bowl of lentil soup and... Well that's it." *He then turned to Mengele and Kiro.*
Maryjo
"I'd like some soba if that's possible." *She smiled and the waitress and thought, oh.. She's really pretty.*
Priscilla
He gave Kiro a nod, before looking at Dismas to order— there he went. The waitress stood next to him, and he simply uttered: "I'll... Uhh, have what Sir Dismas is having."

"... And a pint of beer."
Michael
*Dismas raised his eyebrow, surely he'd get something more... Luxurious than lentil soup since Kiro is paying, maybe he was a vegetarian, then again it was probably his lack of social skills, even for a dullard he was quite shy, Dismas spent his life reading books and training rather than socializing, his only company from other woman being mostly strumpets, dull noblewomen and his wife, yet even he had some resemblance of social skills. No matter, he thought shrugging before turning to Kiro.* "You've quite the coin the spare, you're nobility in your lands I surmise? Methinks your family were vassals, dukes and barons and all?"
Maryjo
*She giggles at the thought of him thinking that in keguntan they had dukes and barons.* "Well.. I suppose. We don't have dukes barons or vassals though! We have things similar, just in keguntanese."
Michael
"I see..." *He said reaching for his belt and pulling out a water skin* "...I don't know much of the north only heard of it through books, merchants and items nobles buy from there."
William
"It's quite pretty, though it's uncommon there to have your kind there. It's usually either pale skinned women with alluring eyes, or dark skin women with lethal eyes. It's quite diverse but to see a salvainian there, not common." *She explained, happy she got to talk about her home country. She missed it a lot, the mountains, the houses, the beautiful kimonos and yukatas.*
Michael
*Dismas chuckles lightly.* "Interesting, very. But you mistaken, I'm no Salvainian, I hale from Mentia, just like Mengele, but from a different region. Have you ever been to Mentia?"
William
"Ah no.. However we should visit one time together!" *She smiled, thinking about how fun it would be.*
Michael
"Maybe... Although we should take caution on which region. It can get quite pretty depending on how the war is going and which region, where I'm from, Upper Mentia, in the south, the scenery can get quite... Depressing, due to the constant warring. However besides that, you'll find that it's quite the place to live in, filled with culture, lush green forests, large beautiful towns and the best drinks in the land..." *He said continuing to describe his homeland in detail. His views on Upper Mentia were quite mixed, sometimes he described loving the music and energy of the taverns and the hospitality of the people, other times he described hating the people and how stuck up and patriotic they could be. But of course it all depended on perspective and what his social status was.*
William
"Ah.. That's so interesting..!" *She says with pure excitement in her voice.* 

*She then takes a sip of her water, and then a bite out of her soba.* "So, do you have a wife? Or a husband! Or anything else of course-"
Michael
*Dismas took bite... Or sip whatever it was, out of his lentil soup. It wasn't the best tasting but it certainly was better than dry biscuits and carrots.* "I have a wife yes, a wife and son to be precise, been so for a few years now... Although I haven't seen them in a while, didn't even get to hear my son's first words." *He turns to Mengele, staying fairly silent.* "How about you friend, got anyone special in mind?"
Dale
His jaw moved monotonously as sustenance was crushed inside his mouth. Vaulter had his eyes forward, looking at the other table, which was *So* Empty, and the extinguished candle that dripped wax onto the wooden surface.

"Hm?" The guard snapped his head to Sir Dismas, "Huh? Sorry. Anyone special, uhh." — he pursed his lips, and his next sentence became quieter — "I— no one in particular."
Maryjo
*She frowned, looking away. She thought to herself: "Hm.. Maybe if I pretend.. He'll get jealous!" I'm so smart hehe..* "I have someone special! I'm so glad to have him.." *She said in a genuine sounding tone.*
Michael
"Really now? Was it forced marriage for politics?" *He said jokingly.* "I jest, but do tell us more about him, I could've sworn remembering you saying that your dad was the only source of comfort in your life, but I might be mistaken. I wonder what makes for a good partner in your culture." *He asked out of pure curiosity. He knew that social views on what makes a good spouse is different in certain cultures and Dismas Eldridge was always a curious one, a man always wanting to learn about different perspectives and cultures.*
Maryjo
"He's not exactly comforting, but we only just got together!" *She made eye contact with Mengele, hoping to hit a nerve. She then went back to talking.* "He's handsome! He has amazing hands.. Soft hair I always touch and play with.. He's so sweet!
Dale
The guard gave the fox-girl a side-glance, hearing her words mixed together with the echoing sounds of his crunching in this empty tavern. 
She spoke of joy, and pleasantry, and love, and she was only barely adult. 

Vaulter decided to look away, gazing at the candle on their own table, bright yet slowly eating itself away, and he could only give a nervous chuckle.
Maryjo
"And one time he took me home too! It was the most amazing night of my life.. I might go to his house later!" *She took out a blush from her bag while talking, dabbing the crimson red color on the soft cushiony cheeks softly. She closed it and put it back, hoping she looks better.* "Anyway! Enough about me and my new lover.. What's happening with you two?"
Michael
*Dismas stared at the two, starting with confusion before realizing what she was hinting at. He exhaled once before silently wheezing, the pathetic sight had him short of breath and he was holding back his laughter, turning red as the laugh silently died within him.* "Oh um... *Ahem* I- er..." *He said catching his breath before clearing his throat.* "I haven't seen my wife in 2 years, more than that actually. Last I saw her, she had her back turned from me in bed, sleeping, that was the night I left to go campaigning with my father."
Maryjo
*She silently giggled at Dismas, fully knowing he knows. She then turns to have a more serious expression.* "That's sad.. I'm sorry that happened." *She said with the tiniest smirk.*
Michael
"It's-" *He paused, his next line was going to be it's fine, but it wasn't. Nothing tragic happened between him and his wife, she didn't die nor did she hate him, that is last time he saw her. What really happened was, he just left, no drama, no house bursting in flames or men ready at his house to drag her to the gallows, nothing, he just left her and never came back. Did he feel bad? Of course he did, some part of him at least, but he left for a reason and part of him, didn't really care which made him feel bad about it.* "Yeah it's quite sad... But it certainly won't hold me down." *He said, coldly staring off into the distance. He stayed pretty silent after that engrossed in thought, trying to think of a way to change the subject before things got more... Personal.*
David
"It better not hold you down."

Mengele reached out, two fingers heading a straight line towards the candlelight, and snuffed out the flame. 

"Don't *Allow* It to hold you down," He said, grabbing the mug of beer, "Men like us, there is no retreat."

He took a swig. Seeing the, presumably, quizzical glances that went his way, he shrugged his shoulder. 

"It's bothering me. Too bright."
Maryjo
*She rolls her eyes, thinking : "Of course he said shit like men like us blah blah blah.. They're like all the others." She then sighs.*
Evelyn
[ let's wait for Funguy ]
Maryjo
Done with her tupper! Hip hip hoorayy
Michael
"Indeed, we give up and the whole world burns..." He said not looking up from his soup. He didn't have much to say anymore, talking about personal things felt taboo for the man. His life wasn't always so isolated, he had to talk diplomacy, socialize and gather a many talking skills in order to be a good knight. However, while he may have had quite the plentiful entourage, even if he wasn't alone, he always felt alone and to expose himself too a bunch of strangers he had just met? No, it would be too much.
William
*She didn't pay attention at all, pulling out her brush from her pouch looking bag and dabbing it on gently. Then taking out her lip tint, or lipstick, and putting only a miniscule bit on her plump lips. She looks back up while putting them back into her bag.* "You're quite, mengele. Ya okay?" *She asks in a genuine tone.*
David
Mengele sat still for a moment, his ears absorbing the whispering words of the knight like a sponge to water. Sir Dismas had said too much already. 

Mengele turned to the other side, facing Kiro straight-on. Without another word, he got to the point: "What are you going to do, once we get to Runra?"
Maryjo
"Huh?" *She said in a confused voice.* "I'm not sure.."
David
"Well," He shifted on his seat again, looking at the empty space between the two, "Maybe that's something ought to be talked about tonight."
William
*She took another sip and bite of her soba, not saying a word. She thought this dinner was for them to bond or so.. She didn't want it to go this way.* "..Hm."
Michael
"Absolutely, if we are to travel north a plan must be in check. Something we should get to as soon as possible." *He said taking another bite of his lentil soup, making weird face as he struck and unknown legume with his teeth.
William
"I don't plan on doing that." *She said in a serious tone, her soft red eyes now full of rage, almost like they're on fire. She glanced at both of them and started speaking again.* "First, instead of travelling to the North, we get potential witnesses or suspects."
Michael
*Dismas raised a finger, as if he was about object, but then he lowered it and scratched his chin.* "Actually, that's a fair point, we don't even know much about your father's death, only that he was burned upon a pyre. We don't even know where he died."
David
"I will be visiting the local library tomorrow," He declared, answering to Sir Dismas, "Witnesses or not, no one will suspect a little crew of three heading North. The route will be determined *After* I found a map." 

Then, he turned to Kiro again. 

"What we need to talk about, is how you want to deal with *Them*," Mengele emphasised, "The killers."
William
*She nods.* "We will find his killers, and if we ever do find the body, we shall Bury him in keguntan. He will be in a safe grave." *She slightly smiled thinking about him.*

"I will have a word with them." *She said in a firm voice.*
Evelyn
[Funguy, you're on]
Michael
"Well we should also prepare for travel in general, provisions, tents, blankets, I doubt it's warm in the north so coats would be necessary as well, along with plenty of other things. So far the only horse we have is Jezbel, my horse, getting more would be preferable, a carriage would be great if we do hire mercenaries." *He took a swig from his waterskin.* "I'll focus on getting provisions tomorrow and Mengele, if you are planning on going to the library, could you also see if there are any bestiaries perchance? Take notes, I doubt the numerous fiends that plague the wilderness would be the same up north."
David
Mengele clasped his hands together and rested them on the table after Kiro's uncharacteristically ominous remark. The man couldn't hold back a smirk, before turning his attention to Sir Dismas once more in the middle of his talk. 

"Sure," He answered nonchalantly, "Healers, too. Don't want any of us dying out there, do we?"
William
*She glanced at his smirk with furious eyes, lethal almost. Eyes that could rip a man's guts out. Then she looked back at Dismas.* "Hm.. Agreed. Your argument is fair enough."
Michael
"They would certainly preferable, although I've enough experience to apply first aid and dress wounds, if needs be." *After spending most of his life on the road, both traveling alone and campaigning, he had many tricks up his sleeve, like how he would mix his water skin with a bit a vinegar or alcohol to keep it from going bad.* "And perhaps someone with hunter expertise lest any of you have already, feeding a group of three is harder than one, being able to live off the land would certainly be useful."
David
The man chuckled and brought the mug closer to him, before holding it close to his mouth. 

"Apply first aid to Kiro when she's surrounded by trolls. See how that'd turn out," With a flashing grin, he poured down the sustenance of potent rage.
William
*She lightly giggled, then taking another bite of her food. She's nearly finished, unfortunately. The aroma of the soba, full of spices, filled the diner. The noodles, tasty as ever, looked back at her.*
Michael
"Then I'd be ripped to shreds, but if I drag her to a safer place or if she's still injured once the coast is clear I can do enough to treat her wounds or at least keep her going for a bit longer until we find more appropriate means of healing." *He said, lifting his bowl to his mouth and gulping up all the soup.* "Speaking of Kiro, we'll have to settle some ground rules. Note, this won't be some vacation trip, we're not an escort of armed men, so I simply ask you to behave and know when to swallow your pride, if we warn you of anything, you listen, understand?"
David
"Or... We can just have a healer look at her general direction once." 

He spoke under his breath, and shrugged with an attitude. It didn't matter now.
William
"Why would I let a musty old man tell me what to do? An if you're talking about me flirting with every hot guy I see, that is ***Not*** Our problem!" — she continues to mumble: — "And besides, if they're hot I should be able to flirt with them.."
Evelyn
[just Funguy and chichi now. I'll let you two duke it out while Mengele stays quiet]
Michael
"That, that is what I'm afraid of, that stubborn rebellious behavior." *He said groaning.* "Flirt with anyone you like, unless if you bed some suspicious gigolo who runs off with our coin, it makes no difference to me. All I ask is for you is to drop that attitude and listen to us when we tell you not to venture into some abandoned cavern filled with beast lest we have to and to not pull off anything stupid while on our travels, something as simple as drinking dirty water or eating suspicious berries can lead to death. And even then, I'd suggest you don't run your mouth too much, avoid attention, for all we know your father's killers have an agenda in mind and you might be next on chopping block, or stake..." *He said before wiping his mouth with handkerchief.* "Also Mengele is older than me, which would make you into men that are even older and musty."
William
*She scoffed.* "I am NOT into mengele! He's an ugly asshole with no taste but in elegant pretty women!" *She said furiously.* "And anyway, I will try to not run my mouth. Happy, ass?" *She said, clearly failing what she just said she was about to not do.*
Evelyn
[Kiro what the fuck are you talking about]
Michael
"**Of course.**" *He said sarcastically staring at her with no change in his face, she could deny all she wanted but he knew.* "Now that we have it all settled, I hope your hot tempered attitude will be gone in the morning. I believe it's getting quite late, we should get some rest, go to our rooms and such."
William
"Absolutely NOT! I don't want to go to sleep. I want to get drunk ya know! Or not dunno, I just wanna stay up."
Michael
"Well in that case don't blame me when we pull you out of bed sleep deprived. Although do use it wisely, I would advise against spending it all on drinks, lest you've a source of income or you're still in touch with your family, you're like us now, the penniless downtrodden with naught for even a morsel." *He stood up, grabbing his helmet and heading towards the stairs.*
Maryjo
"Ugh fine we can go to bed.." *She said in a sad tone, as she wanted to stay up all night with them, maybe even watch the sunset together. She just wanted to talk and have fun..*
David
He took one last swig,and slammed the mug onto the table before standing up. He stretched freely in this empty tavern without the gazes of others.

With relaxation on his side, he gave Kiro a quick point. The same smirk returned, almost jokingly, he said: "I'm not in you too." 

Before turning around and followed Sir Dismas.
William
*She ran after him, shouting:* "I KNOW YOU ARE DUMBASS!"
Evelyn
``` The Three Musketeers — Aftermath (End) ```