William
Ikari gave the canifor a smile as she spoke, "Good. I'll pay, order whatever you want. We can talk about any questions or concerns you have when we get there." The demon lightly took the canifor's hand, despite her size and most probably immense strength she was more than gentle. Her grip was warm and comforting as she led the canifor along towards a large building, the sign on the front reading 'The Careful Carrot'. Entering the building, she led the duo towards the bar, pulling out a stool for the woman and sitting herself.
Ginger
The door creaked open as they both entered. They could hear their own boots against the wooden floor, considering how silent it was. Only two folk spoke on a table by the entrance. They paused, observed the two and offered Ikari a nod and smile. Once the two approached the counter, another gate squeaked - this time the one behind the bar. From behind it, a ginger haired dwarf appeared. Short albeit muscular, he donned many tattoos on his forearms. Varying from nearly naked women to various runic signs and symbols, they fit his masculine visage effortlessly. Slicked back short hair contrasted the longer and carefully groomed beard, a mustache curved by its edges.

He cleared his throat loudly enough that it echoed in the empty room and neared a sink. There he rinsed his mouth and gargled some sputum before spitting it out. The lora then got up onto a platform that helped him reach the height of a normal man and grabbed one of the steel mugs by the corner. He began wiping it before he finally noticed the two that had entered. With a jerk of his head the bartender squinted his eyes, bags underneath them. A sleepy smile overtook his face, followed by a hoarse voice. "Scared me for a moment, lass. We're still closed, so I thought someone had entered on their own. Fortunately, it is you." His accent was dwarven in nature.
Linda
The short man moved up to the two and leaned over the counter. They could better see his disheveled shirt and fancy suit vest reflect the faint light gleaming through the wall windows. He placed his dense hand on Ikari's shoulder and tapped it twice. "I'm happy to see ye." He bounced back behind the bar and continued cleaning the mug. "Some of these days I wonder if ye or Lucien'll even make it back home safely. Warms me heart to see me fears proven wrong." After a pause, he continued. "Anyways! What would the tall red lass and the short - although that is hypocritical for me to say, cani one like? Ye both seem pretty and fresh so early in the morning. Could it be ye betrayed me and had yer coffee somewhere else?" The dwarf grinned, slowly waking up. He spoke eloquently, not so much as their vampire friend to sound like one of those nobles. Instead, a tinge of sincerity and warmth made him appear personable.
William
The demon flashed the dwarf a smile at the lora's touch, glancing up at him. Although her smile was genuine, and she did seem quite lively there was definitely exhaustion in her face. Depending on what the man knew of how far the oni had probably rode to get here in time, he'd have a pretty good guess as to why. She responded in kind to him, "We're fine, though that trip definitely didn't go as planned. Lucien'll probably show up here in a few days. He's just handling a few things first." She'd lightly roll her shoulders, stretching backwards in her stool as the dwarf removed his hand. The woman laughed as she heard the dwarf's mention of coffee, "Course not, I would never. She's a bit new though, so maybe." She'd respond.

"I'll take some venison, with hare and sweet potatoes." She'd answer in regard to what, "Ale to drink," The oni would shortly add on, before casting her eye over to Juna. "Don't be worried about price, you're fine I promise, and don't forget to feed your hound." She'd state, her tone pretty firm in regard to how much she meant for her to order what she wanted.