Ken
*M'ralind stretched the muscles of her face periodically, eyes rolling up and mouth opening wide as she exercised her muscles a tad more, soon enough letting go of Eyalis' hand and straightening her back, an audible cracking of her spine making even her uncomfortable.* **"Ouch, I wasn't quite ready for that one..."** *She thought a little about the woman's remarks. Her family, or rather, her clan was of a warrior caste. Despite living in times of relative peace, hers was a bloodline that always had relished in being able to show off their strength. Ah, the memories it so sweetly brought back, it was a shame that it also brought equally saddening ones.* **"I think you've got the wrong idea though. N-not that I'm calling you stupid, of course not! But... I don't think I could ever return to Prasia as I am. It would be, how can I put this... A bit taxing on my heart. I'm definitely not someone you should look at for healing either. If I were, I wouldn't have been screaming and squirming around as did tastefully as I did."** *A clear spot of disappointment shone through her eyes. Totally disgraceful, that was what she thought of her blunder. Not only was it an ugly sight to behold, but for her, of all people her to show such a stupid mistake was a stain on her pride. Or at least it would be if she still had any.*
Mary
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Ken
**"Still, Eyalis, I insist that you look through the herbs I have collected. It's all I can do, for now."** *Even as her voice got quieter and quieter, it was still easily heard, despite her clear self-doubt being present. She was hopeful that perhaps, she'd even make a lasting memory here. After all, most of the time one simply looks upon a vampire with distasteful glares.* **"And if there's nothin' of value there, ya could- I-I'd like to ask if you would accept me helping you with your work!"** *For a moment, her accent slipped through, but she quickly made up for it. Manners, her mother had taught her, were the best way to keep negative attention from yourself. Keeping a polite accent on worked in almost any culture. That's why she was worried that maybe it would make Eyalis think of her as lesser if she let it out.* **"I can definitely haul some good weight! In fact, I was the strongest of my brothers and sisters back at the academy!"**
Betty
Hynes had sat idle at the only other table with a chair, ajaisonted next to the window sill which had been designed into a hollowed out tree. The inn had belonged to a renowned brewer, Elves often stopped by for refreshments or put their swords up late at night. She had been listening in precariously to an ongoing racket she had begun hearing not too far away. Hynes didn't often stray too far from indoors, nor was she too keen on staying in a place for too long. Someone such as a mage could possibly sense her if they were that specialised. It's hard enough to look for something like her, but it's even harder if you don't even know you're looking for something. Hynes had originally visited the Elven forests in search of work, messy work. There was a high supply of mercs and sellswords all around Salvania, thus she didn't bother setting up shop there. Whether or not the same story would follow in Ombru was yet to be seen, however judging by the nature of most Elves she figured it was a trade that not many of them pursued. As a vampire she always had to satisfy her blood lusts. Being in her early stages she had been tempted into the strengths of one nevertheless. Her clothing naturally meant that she did not have to worry about the sun, especially since even if she was cut open vampires needed a

Good portion of themselves to be exposed to start boiling. Despite this Hynes didn't fancy travelling in broad daylight, she figured that why spare your breath on an interaction you can avoid by having everybody asleep. However if she did not meet someone 'new' then she would be wasting her time here. Perhaps a passer by might share a story or two about a particular individual that needed to be 'acquainted' with her. Having her mind drifted off she held her arms together, caressed in her stomach as her boots were slanted up on the table in front of her. Letting out a passionate breath she found herself speaking to herself, gazing over to admire the peculiar natural patterns of a distant tree.

'Oh Hynes, you've gotten so mad that suddenly you've begun to seek your own self out for company. What are you even doing here, there's nothing but trees.. Trees- and this boiling sun.'

She had been positioned on the inn porch outside, since it was still morning most people were outside as not many people ventured out in the night. They were either already asleep or had passed out drunk, evidently displayed by loud cries and laughs of the barmen sharing a pint inside. Hynes herself did not want to trouble herself by entering a bar once again, not after she had the predicament of two other individuals last time she went in one. She pondered to herself how the situation got out of hand, and whether or not she was really at fault for escalating it. Perhaps it was a ticking time bomb from the start, it was out of her control what happened and she simply reacted. Still, if only she approached it different- put her foot in the right

Direction maybe it could've gone differently. It wasn't like her to often reminisce about the past, nor did she look both ways before slaying someone. Most of the time it was just business, them or her. *Most of the time*. In a world full of strangers she had been taught that no one sells for free, you have to take things for yourself if you want it. That was her attitude, direct and inconsequential. None of it was 'personal' ofcourse, but is that really justification for putting others down so that you can succeed. Glancing down to the sky she watched the endless ocean of blue that enclosed this world. Whenever she looked up it brought her back to grips of the reality of the situation. No matter who they are, how powerful or weak everyone still looks at the same sky. Everyone is all the same, even her. Cuffing her clear glass tankard she held it up to her lips, taking a sip of aged wine. There were no passer-bys along the faintly lit roadside that the bar ran alongside, covered in by large stalks of trees and overgrown plantlife that formed a near roof above it. It was near the outskirts of the Elven sanctuary, the part where young kids were told to keep away and women only walked in with their man by their side. It wasn't brutal or corrupt but simply just the area known to harbor yearning men eager for a good night with their companions. 

`Woosh, Woosh`

Pausing briefly Hynes took a final sip of her tankard before placing it suddenly onto the table, facing her hand back to rub her lips with her thumb as she did so. The empty starch breeze howled so lonesome as a gust of wind picked up and shook the

Very candles and chandeliers around her. She did not flinch however glanced her eye as she batted her head to the direction of footsteps being heard.
From the corner of her vision she watched as a large troop of elves stepped into the street way, probably from one of the pavements connected from the main town centre. Hynes grew with suspicion as she tilted her head, the veil that was her hood and mask did cover her head since she put it on just before, having laid it down on the table beforehand. She did not like the look of the group, they were the exact type she often got in trouble with, the type from the bar exchange she had in the past. Still, there was nothing between them that could possibly be confrontational. She's overthinking things way too much, in reality they were probably just a group of friends. *It would be a shame if they met their end to a deranged demon*. Pausing to herself she closed her eyes as she let out a deepened breath of disappointment, the air flowing from her lungs and out through the individual sealing holes in her veil and mask. Swinging her hips she brought her legs down to press against the table stem. Pushing them back, her seat scraped against the wooden flooring as she seperated herself from the table. Pushing down on her thighs she arched herself up, pulling the rest of her body with built in momentum. With her glass finished she had no further reason being here, and being outside means that the innkeepers can collect her pay 'some other time' without being disturbed. Perking her head up she flinched once more as she heard the two distant girls conversing in the distance, one of them was seemingly agitated or in pain but it was all inaudible. Having gathered herself she paced her way over towards the direction of the two.
Michele
*( Cod, you, then me? Yeah that works 👍)*
*( Also great intro 😭 you guys write so well wtf )*