Glenn
It was a beautiful night out tonight. The wind was gentle and calm, moving through the area at a steady pace. The moon was perched high in the sky, much too high for any creatures below to touch. The stars twinkled and danced along the horizon in a graceful pattern, shedding light on the world below. There seemed to be nothing that could ruin a night like this and that would be true for anyone who wasn't human. Even now, the few people left were running for their lives. Fighting. Hiding. Dying. That was the life of a human in the current era. There was no peace and there was no time to enjoy the scenery. 

While humans suffered, some creatures were having an incredible time. These people drank and sang and even beat the hell out of each other. These people were in a tavern and among them was a man who dedicated his time to the eradication of everyone. This mans name was Sesshōmaru. Considered nothing more than a fairy tale by some and the Destroyer by others. For a less fortunate group, he was the angel of death that sent them to the afterlife. Regardless of what people thought about him, nobody had actually seen him. With that said, he was always hiding in plain sight. 

Sesshōmaru is a tall, muscular young man standing at six feet tall and weighing over two hundred pounds. His body is very lean and muscular, giving him a very notable physique. Sesshōmaru is described as very handsome by most honest people who meet him. His features are very sharp and masculine, especially his jaw. He has wide black eyes with thin double eyelids and thick eyebrows. His hair is uneven, the longest strands going down to his shoulders. His hair is gray in color and he has slightly tanned skin, a sharp nose ridge, and a strong jawline. 

Sesshōmaru is usually seen wearing a very serious expression. He shows little to no emotion on his face at all times and his eyes are noted to be very fierce and intimidating, as if he planned to kill

The first person he deems a threat without hesitation. His appearance is also noted to be very majestic and dignified from his speech to the way he carries himself. His body is covered in scars from the countless battles he's participated in. 

Sesshōmaru is a man whose preference for dress varies by the day. While he does wear formal attire he can also be seen dressing casually. He can also be seen wearing suits and trench coats and an array of casual attire. 

Sesshōmaru's current outfit consists of a long tan trench coat, a smooth tight jet black turtleneck sweater, and black pants with a black belt and black shoes. 

Before making his way to civilization, he tortured a witch and forced her to cast an illusion spell that made him appear like a vampire to other people. He killed her afterward. Creatures with heightened senses would detect a vampire instead of something they've never seen before and to further the illusion, he wore a daylight ring. 

Sesshōmaru sat at the front of the tavern, drinking milk instead of alcohol. He always did like milk and he was pleased that they had some fresh milk to offer him. The reason he had come here was simple. He was gathering allies. He planned to find someone he could use in his plans here and once he did he'd just kill everyone else. Not for any particular reason just for sport.
Reynalda
Kia grunted as the Tieflings' punch landed near the corner of her mouth. She took a couple of steps back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. 

Moments before, they had been laughing, stumbling along the pavement as if they'd just finished more drinks than they could actually process. And seeing as she'd wanted a few herself, she figured the were the best to ask, especially because she hadn't run into anyone else yet. But then they just turned, obviously using the ruse as a ploy.

"I was asking if you knew where the tavern was, and now you're robbing me? Goddesses above, are any manners really that difficult to find?" She huffed, sidestepping as they ran at her again, before kicking the back of their knees, causing them to tumble. Before they could take another go at her, she promptly began to walk the way she'd come. 

After a week's worth of constant traveling, the Vesani was ready for a drink and a place to find a decent bed. She'd been taking a small break from jobs, and tried to go see the beauty their world had to offer. But instead, any turn she made, there was a thief. Any beautiful town, there was someone either killing or being killed. Kia had done her best, but even then that wasn't enough.

But her final destination was Alynthi, known for its natural beauty, quite literally. And supposedly quite safe, but that claim had not held thus far.

The night sky was beautiful though, and she thanked Yevina for allowing her the opportunity to be able to see the world as it was, and not as some wanted to picture it. Even though war had not plagued anyone in sometime, evil still lurked about. And unfortunately, no one could eradicate this kind of evil. 

Somewhere nearby, the clamoring of drunken stupor caught her attention. If that wasn't a tavern, then she didn't know what was. Following the sounds, she appeared before a rather full place, the sign reading 'The Drunken Sailor'. Pushing open the doors, a rather rowdy inside greeted her. From their smell alone, she'd guess most were sailors, as the sign had said. Probably celebrating a chance for 'wine and women'. She pulled her scarf over her ears, just so no one there tried to assume something about her nature. 

Making her way towards the bar, the only free seat was on either side of, presumably a man, and she sat at his left. As the bartender walked back towards them, she ordered herself two meads. After they were placed in front of her, she chugged one, setting the stein back onto the wooden surface. She then began to sip at the other. Peering at the man beside her, he was a vampire. It looked like a ring on his hand, if any it'd be a daylight ring. Which would make him someone of importance. 'Interesting', she thought.

"Milk is an... Odd choice of drink, eh? Probably tastes better than the mead, anyhow." She said simply, taking a lengthy sip from her stein again. Her stomach grumbled, which made her internally worry just a tad. She was starting to get more exhausted as the days went. Most Succubi became bards or artists, and became loved that way. But Kia lacked the voice of an angel, much less the creativity of one.

Thankfully Yevina had blessed her with the want to help others, and so far that was enough.
Glenn
As Sesshōmaru drank, he allowed his senses to wander, picking up on the sounds around him. Naturally he heard through the noise, allowing him to pick up on traces of conversation and other sounds nearby. From what he could hear, no one worth anything was present at the tavern. He began wondering if he'd have to kill everyone there without ever finding anyone to aid him. He had traversed the lands for years now, fighting alone as he looked for other humans. Never in that time had he ever considered using other people to further his plans. It wasn't until he had killed countless people and burned down countless villages and even parts of cities that he realized maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to gather a few tools. 

Whenever he finally did decide to start using people, he first began searching for leads of remaining humans. Most of the people who's trust he gained claimed to have never seen any and the slave traders he spoke to could only dream of catching a human. The last batch of people he had under his thumb found him out so he was forced to kill them. He was in need of replacements and this time he aimed to use them for a different purpose. 

Right before he was about to get up to start dropping bodies, he heard as another person entered the tavern. He decided to wait and see if this was someone worth keeping alive or not. From her presence alone he could tell she was female and he was well aware that the only seats in the tavern were right next to him. As she sat down, he could clearly feel her eyes on him and judging from the slight sounds her stomach made before it even growled, he could tell she was hungry. Judging from the fact that she ordered drinks instead of food he was sure she had little money. 

Seeing nothing special about the woman, he opted to finish his drink. After that he was considering killing everyone and then burning the place to the ground or killing everyone by burning the place to the

Ground. He wasn't sure yet. As he was between sips, the woman spoke to him. He remained silent at first, uninterested in conversation. After some consideration however he decided to give her another chance. He did not look at her as he spoke.

"For some... Milk is a delicacy."

Sesshōmaru spoke in a calm, quiet tone yet there was something about his voice that was overwhelmingly intimidating. Despite his voice having no malice in it, it seemed to display his lack of hesitation to commit violence at any moment. It was as if he'd kill anyone for any reason without mercy. This strange tone coupled with his fierce and emotionless eyes made him come off as very intimidating to most people. Despite this odd touch, his words were very well formed and majestic, his speech flowing together. He seemed to be extremely professional and formal and that made him come off as very old or even ancient, furthering the illusion despite it merely being his personality. 

His words may have seemed very random and even strange to most people considering milk was a very common drink. For a human on the run who lived in the wilderness most of his life however, those words made perfect sense. Even clean water was a delicacy for him and his family. Before becoming a genocidal adult he had only ever had milk twice, both times nearly dying to obtain it. 

After he spoke, he heard the woman's stomach grumble which didn't surprise him since he saw it coming. It was no secret that he was a master of disguises and fabrications. In order to gain allies he was constantly faking emotions, intentions, and feelings. With that said, despite not caring if she starved and dropped dead right next to him, he ordered a plate of warm food and once it came, slid it to the woman next to him without saying a word or looking in her direction. He figured he may have been too hasty to kill everyone before so he decided to slow down a bit and get to know the woman a

Little. If she could be useful to him he'd certainly figure it out and maybe the lives of the people in the tavern could be saved.