Sheila
The plaza of the Exile's Watch. Home to most of the village's events... And mishaps.

It seemed Kuouo had stumbled upon the location at a fortunate — or perhaps unfortunate, depending on how you look at it — time, a time in which it was rife with people. Each were residents of the Exile's Watch, and by extension, thus must all be exiles themselves. While the residents of the Exile's Watch weren't known for needless aggression, he'd have to stay on his guard, nonetheless.

***`THUMP. THUMP!! THWACK. THWACK. SLAM.`***

...Was that the sound of a fight...? No, it was...

***`THWACK. THWACK. THUMP!`***
Norma
"Ahh! Ahh! Oough...! *Hahaha... Haha...!*"

***`THWACK. THWACK... THUMP.`***

...The sound of someone being mercilessly beaten.

"That's right! ***Ackh!*** Agh...! Ugh...! Hehehe...!"
"Qarrorroq never falters, never fails! A-hehe... H—**Ughk..***"

***`THWACK.`***

The shoe collides with his chest again, forcing air from his lungs. He laughed in an almost maniacal fashion, continuing to speak in his deranged manner of speak, spouting his drivel in a pained, high-pitched, delirious tone of voice. Despite the fact that he was being beaten senselss, he continued to laugh, and he continued to speak, blood drooling from his broken nose and down his pale, weathered old skin.

"I *Knooooow* The truth, I know it. Qarroroq's mind remembers things no other can! Qarroroq's mind is invincible...! A-hee-ha...—**CGHK!**"

—he is finally choked of words, as he is struck in the groin.
Kathryn
The blonde-haired woman, blue of eyes, and dressed in fine garb — though it was worn, tattered, and slightly dirtied at the hems, quite used over numerous years — stared down at the form of the beastly, elderly man, her shoe digging into his body as she continued to kick, and kick. Her eyes were lacking of empathy, as if utterly disgusted with his form and speak, as she only—

***`THUD. THWACK!`***

—kicked again, and again, and again. 

```diff
- "What a vile wretch you are."
- "Such a boorish manner of speech, and artlessly laced with the sentiments of a heretic."
- "Bite your tongue and die, you aged old swine."```

Her speech was elegant, yet stinging like a scorpion, and full of acidic poison.

***`THWACK.`***
Norma
Unluckily for Kuouo, the man victim of the beating raises his eyes to the new arrival, and grins in a manner most describable as *Insane.* His grin was filled with ebullience, as if sent into a state of ecstasy upon setting his eyes on a new arrival... It was most worryingly genuine, and perhaps partially revolting.

"Qarrorroq is never wrong...! Never wrong! A hero, from beyond the Gate! An outsider! Hahaha...!"
"Just like Qarrorroq said... Just like he said... The visions spoke, they spoke... An outsider would reveal the Thorn-Crown, and prove that he is—"
Kathryn
***`THWACK. THUMP. THUMP. THUD. THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.`***

She kicked and kicked, ignoring entirely his speech about the so-called 'new arrival'. In all honestly, she couldn't care less; that which truly garnered her loathing was the decrepit old man's latter words... About the nature of the Thorn-King.

```diff
- "Still your tongue, heretic."```
Ryan
`"Oh, my. My oh my. What a scene, hm? So violent, isn't she... And the old man Qarrorroq noticed you right away. Oh my, oh my, indeed."`

A voice spoke out, a strange man approaching Kuouo. Standing at a most outlandish height of 218cm, the man's eyes were of a pure black, irises, whites, and all, his skin of a strangely-shriveled and grayish appearance. A slight, sly smile was upon his face as he continued to speak to the outsider, Kuouo, his arms folded behind his back.

`"My, my. I mean no insult, but you certainly do stick out like a sore thumb. How very problematic for you, hmmm? Ahhh, but I have just the thing that could help an outsider like yourself... Oh, maybe you're interested? It's nothing special, but it's quite effective..."`

Kuekat extended his arms outwards, invitingly. He had a most peculiar demeanor... It seemed as though he was attempting to *Appear* Polite, yet there was clearly some sort of deeper intent behind his actions.

`"You see, I happen to sell cloaks at my shop..."`

...There it was. *The hook.*

`"...But for an impressive person like yourself, I could give you one, at no cost... You'd just have to come pay it a visit... Sounds like a good deal, hmmm?"`