Roger
The tavern was steadily growing quiet as night fell upon them. Patrons were beginning to take their leave, in their sober and drunken states.

A chuckle escaped a cloaked woman's lips as she saw a man practically stumble out of the door, chasing after an object of his lust. She looked away from the scene and lifted her tankard, slowly sipping the contents held inside. She was sat against one of the back corners, a nice and dark area for her to relax amongst the ruckus.
James
Sat across from her was a practical giant of a woman, wrapped up in a cloak of her own, thought it could not possible fit her frame; beneath that cloak, the glint of metal. She sipped her own tankard as she raises an eyebrow, following the womans gaze with an apathetic look. "You laugh too easily, Devyn." The grumble of the womans voice was a neutral, careful tone.
Roger
Devyn rolled her eyes in response and leaned forward, her arms propped up on the table. "Oh please," She said with an amused tone, "You and I both know it's just the drink taking a voice." Her head tilted to the side as she observed her companion, always tense this one was. "You need to lighten up a bit Gurro, we're in a tavern, meant for relaxing."
James
Gurroshira indicated to the side with her head. "A tavern in Salvain." She responded casually. "A tavern that's closin', too. Only scum and mercs are stickin' around this long." She pointed out. "You might have it easy with your pointed ears, but you know full well I'd be gettin' no work if I weren't travellin' with you." She didn't like Salvain, that much she made clear many a time. Then again, Gurro didn't like most place, the broad Oni wasn't exactly subtle and her people weren't exactly well-liked, after all.
Roger
"I know.." She slumped back with a sigh, a frown forming across her face. Things were hard for the two of them despite her race, the country was growing to be overpopulated, which was going to mean no work soon enough. She reached over to her bag and pulled out a flyer, then smacked it on the table. "Lucky for us I found this beauty this morning." Devyn said as she pushed the flyer closer to Gurroshira.
James
She grunted a little at that, her inhuman eyes slowly gazing down towards the flyer as she sits up a little, clanking like a kitchen as she moves. "Mmm, and what's that?" She looks skeptical, but of course... She always looks skeptical. She adjusts how she sits slightly as she moves, gazing down at the flyer and reading it carefully as she looks up to Devyn again. The woman was a slow reader.
Roger
"It's a bounty, for this man. The pay is good.. 200 silver if we bring him dead or alive."
James
Gurro purses her lips at that, nodding slowly. "Hrmmm... Seems like it's solid work to me." She glances up to Devyn, then. "When are we huntin'?"
Roger
"Last place he was seen was near the mountains, and I'd reckon he's still there." She grabbed the flyer off the table and after she rolled it up, she put it back in the bag. "We'll rest up tonight and begin travelling at first light."
James
The Oni rolls her shoulders, nodding slowly. "Alright." She says simply, sipping her drink again. "Might as well enjoy this drink then, huh?" She glances to Devyn, searching the womans face for a moment. "They want him dead, or alive?"
Roger
"It'll look good if we bring him in alive, might even get some sort of bonus. I'd say the law wants to set an example and use him to do it." She said with a slight hum, meeting Gurroshira's gaze.
James
She grunts a little at that, not much liking the 'law' of these parts, but she keeps her thoughts to herself and simply turns her gaze back down to her drink. She threw her head back to down it, before again turning those eyes to Devyn. "We payin' fer two rooms, or?"
Roger
Devyn raised a brow at her Oni companion, and just gave a simple nod as an answer. "I want us to start saving what money we have, just in case."
James
"One room it is, then." She thinks for a moment. "...Best you go and ask fer it. My mug might get a price spike." She stares into her now-empty mug, going silent again.
Roger
"Here, take mine." She pushed her tankard over to Gurroshira before standing up, it was practically full. She then walked over to the innkeeper and ordered them a room, placing down two pieces of silver to pay.
James
Gurro took the drink with a soft shrug, casually swigging out of that as well. She waited for her companions return in total silence. She wasn't one to talk to herself, after all, often absorbed in her own thoughts.
Roger
"Alright, let's go." She called over to Gurroshira from where the other woman was sat, and started to make way for the stairs.
James
Gurroshira downed the rest of the drink, rising slowly and with a soft grunt. She stretched a little, clanking as she followed Devyn up the stairs.
Roger
When morning came, Devyn was the first to get herself ready. She was all strapped up and ready to go. The tavern was full again, and all the bustling chatter could be heard from underneath their room.
James
Gurroshira took more time to get ready, of course, wearing plate and all, but eventually the tall woman was leaving the room and following Devyn again, like an overly-large, slightly intimidating shadow.
Roger
The two of them ate their breakfast, provided to them by the innkeeper, and then they went on their way.