Hazel
*Elnarwen was resting at one of the capital's numerous inns. It was quite calm for a populated place like this in Ulnoor. She wanted to relax and have a break. Helping those commoners in the countryside with their duty was a laborous task, but a contract is a contract.*
*The lady was sharpening her loyal sword, periodically stopping to have a small sip of an ordinary wine she previously ordered. She was keeping a discreet eye on the new faces entering the inn. But was still very meticulous about her work.*
*Troublemakers weren't very frequent here. It was the same routine as ever: working, getting paid, and chilling before the next job.*
`"That wine lacks something... I will change next time."` *Sighed the elf.*
*She didn't seem very enthusiastic about her passage in the capital.*
Emily
**Alexander, a bounty hunter and trauma healer would be walking along the sidewalk, wearing his usual Plague Doctor outfit and mask. Since he is a bounty hunter he needs weapons, and those are his katana on his left side, a crossbow and quivers, and about 10 throwing knives. As he walked along the sidewalk, he would walk, he noticed an inn and decide to take a look, once he went inside, he would adjust his mask and look around, scanning the area inside his inn.**
Hazel
*The inn's doorbell rang again and an unfamiliar silhouette entered. Elnarwen raised an eyebrow to observe the newcomer.*
`"Now that's a visitor with particular tastes."` *She quietly mocked.*
*She took another sip of wine and wiped her greyish lips clean before coming back at her sword. However, she lost her focus as she gave a sidelong look to the plague customer and missed the edge of her weapon, causing the whetstone to fall on the wooden floor.*
*The high elf penibly bent down to reach its tool in an audible grunt.*
Emily
**As Alexander scanned the inn, he noticed a few people including noticing Elnarwen. As he looked around he then looked forward to the counter, seemingly wanting to get the room, as he heard something fell on the floor, he turned his head to tee direction of the sound as saw someone picking up her whetstone that dropped, he just shrugged it off and looked forward.**
Hazel
*Elnarwen finished her glass and sheathed her freshly honed longsword on her sword belt.
She moved to the bar owner next to that strange masked stranger and handed her empty glass.*
`"Please, another one. But filled with something more subtle. Something fruity and balanced."`
While the bartender was busy with other customers, the elf studied Alexander closer and noticed all the weaponry he was carrying. Her curiousity drove her to start a conversation with this unknown person.
`"Bounty hunter, uh? This is a nice blade you are carrying on, but it doesn't seem to be a glaive or a traditionnal weapon that we commonly use in Silnaria. Where are you from, if I may ask?"`
*The lady was standing tall next to him with one elbow casually resting on the counter. Her voice wasn't particularly sounding mean, nor was it friendly, but it had that light aftertaste of disdain that high elves often have when speaking to strangers.*
Emily
**As Alexander was waiting at the counter, he would hear would turn his head as he noticed an elf talking to him. You can't tell the expression behind his mask but it does sound calmly.**

"Oh, um. Yeah, a katana. My father used a katana and taught me how to use it. I am also from Salvainia, Vuni."

**Alexander would say, wondering why she is so curious about his weapons. Are they that impressive?**
Hazel
`"Oh, yes, Salvainia... I could tell now that I'm hearing your foreign accent."` *She replied with a smug smile.* `"What is a Salvainian doing here in Ulnoor?"`
*The lady would've listened to an eventual answer while the bartender fulfilled her order and pushed a full glass on the counter.*
*Elnarwen reached for a small purse she had on her belt and layed down 1 Silver as a payment for the wine. She would've taken a first sip while listening to Alexander.*
Emily
**Honestly, Alexander normally went place to place as he haven't really settle down yet. He went place to place incase if anyone has a bounty on them for him to kill or capture. He would adjust his plague mask and would calmly reply.**

"Oh, I tend to go place to place. Its my first time being here in Ulnoor to be honest"
Hazel
*Elnarwen was playing with her glass, making it spin in a small circle.*
`"I see... I hope you enjoy your stay in the most glorious city in all Ramul Ta then, masked sir."` *She confidently replied with a spark of pride shining in her sapphire eyes while she mentioning her hometown.*
*The elf thanked the bartender as he pulled back the Silver coin as the level of wine was lowering faster than the first glass.*
*She seemed to be quite thirsty, or maybe she didn't find many interest in the stranger and wanted to end the conversation sooner than initially intended.*
Emily
**Alexander would nod, atleast he had a nice welcoming here. He would look around once more, seeing the architecture of the inn. After a short while he looked at the elf and simply replied.**

"Thanks, much appreciated,"

**He would then face forward, waiting to get himself a room where he can rest for the day, depending how long he will be here.**
Hazel
*Elnarwen took a final sip. Judging by her face, that wine was indeed better than the previous one, but ordering a third glass would've been too much for her, after all, ladies don't get drunk.*
*She quickly verified her belt if anything was missing, then stood up.*
`"Alright, time to go back to business."` *She mumbled to herself as she passed through the doorframe.*
*The doorbell rang once more as her tall and slender silhouette exited the inn.*
Thomas
*Josephine, a very short Macen walks into the tavern, the room packed with people—mostly elves—enjoying their drinks. Josephine's outfit consists of what appears to be several layers of clothing—or one layer is just very thick—with a white and red overcoat atop it all. She has a mace on her side and a shield on her waist, the mace appearing to be pure silver, though it's likely only a thin coat overtop. Anyone with the ability to detect magic would notice the mace is decently enchanted, though none of the rest of her equipment is. She walks over to one of the empty tables, taking a seat.*
Mildred
*Xeno had just finished a bounty and is ready for a beer or two. As he walks through the door, his black hood on he asks the bartender for a drink and pays him 2 silver. He looks around for an empty seat and finds a macen with nothing to drink. Xeno asks for another drink and heads over to the table taking a seat.* "Hey, little macen. Can I offer you a drink? *He holds out the drink.*
Hazel
*Elnarwen let an audible sigh escape from her greyish lips. Today was an unproductive day. She met a strange masked guy searching for a room and... That's pretty all. She didn't find any quest yet, and it was already too late to find one for today.*
*So here she was, sitting on the same stool as this afternoon, in the same inn. She crossed her legs and rested her head between her elbows, probably thinking about what she would have ordered this time.*
*But she sensed something unusual. Some kind of magic. She looked over, and after several seconds, she identified the origin. A shiny, blessed mace, following the hips of an unusually small figure. A Macen? Again? It wasn't the first for today in Ulnoor.*
*For now she was observing that young woman, who quickly attracted another stranger...*
Thomas
*As the stranger offers her a drink, she shakes her head waving her hands politely.* "Oh- No, sorry, I don't drink alcohol. But thank you for offering! It was kind anyway!" *Her voice is high-pitched, but gentle, and her face reflects a look of naivety, a gentle smile resting upon her face. She decides to introduce herself,* "My name's Josephine, but that's a mouthful, so my friends usually just called me Josie. What brings you here?" *She doesn't notice Elnarwen eyeing her from across the room, her attention instead focused on the stranger before her.*
Mildred
*Xeno takes off his hood and introduces himself.* My name is Kenpachi but you can call me by my last name, Xeno. It's shorter. *He grins, knowing that he's drinking more beer.* "Bottom's up!" *Gulping down both drinks at once.* "That hit the spot."
Hazel
*The elf opened wide eyes when she saw this hooded man swallowing whole his two wooden mugs. She frowned, but she rapidly calmed herself. Drunk people was something she didn't like, but he's just having a good time, she hoped.*
*Still, she had to talk to that little Macen. Her weapon would maybe hide some interesting secrets...*
*She rose with all her height, and took a closer sit on another stood. She called out to the enthusiastic young woman.*
`"I'm sorry to interrupt your conversation, little lady. But, I am curious... About your weapon. There is something special about it, right?"` *She undiscreetly asked. Her voice was soothe but firm, and her gaze was obviously judging the two strangers about the reason of their presence here.*
Thomas
*She replies,* "Nice to meet you, Xeno!" *Before another stranger confronted her. She turns toward the elf calling out to her, a curious look in her eye.* "Um, yes! My mace has a number of enchantments on it—mostly to make it easier to use, but also to make it more effective against the undead! I figured adventures are sure to have lots of undead, and it's better to be prepared!" *She smiles, removing her mace from her belt loop.* "Would you like to look at it?"
Luke
*Xeno does not feel the slightest bit drunk and looks at the elf beside the table curiously.* "Hey, elf. What's your name? You look like one of those high elves." *Xeno asks as he takes off his cloak and lays it down on the table.*
Thomas
*She smiles, returning her mace to her side.* "Well, I wouldn't say I'm any grand warrior, just someone with a few connections in my hometown. I'm a healer, you see, and giving away healing for free in a small town is *Sure* To get me more than a few favors from various people! That's why when the blacksmith heard I was going on an adventure, he just couldn't let me leave without a proper weapon!" *She grins broadly, an innocent glint in her eye, reminiscent to a child hearing a bedtime story.*
Luke
*Xeno scoffs.* "You're like the rest of them, all high and haughty. I guess I'll introduce myself, Im Kenpachi Xeno." *He tones his voice down.* "Promise me you wont freak out and run but I'm not a macen. I'm a Red Oni." *Grins with his shark-like teeth.* "Im currently in human form. I just happen to pass by and wanted to get a few drinks until I head out and look for another bounty. Yes, I am a bounty hunter.*Giving her a grin, while staring at her with his red eyes.* "Guess we have one thing in common."
Carmelina
*Xeno got her right on the spot. She was going to reply immediately and cut him short before she heared about his true nature. She became speechless for a moment and let him finish his story. Her face changed and her face softened.
`"A... Red Oni? I only heard stories about your kind... Aren't you supposed to be demons?"`
*Her voice betrayed her emotions. She was actually surprised and probably wary about him now that he revealed himself. But the elf got a grip on herself a few seconds later and recovered her natural pride and seriousness.*
`"Hmfh. As long as you don't cause any trouble, like this young and subtle Macen here, all high elves will tolerate your presence. Even your kind should be superior than those Beastkin barbarians..."`
*Elnarwen then sniggered in anticipation to her next mocking.*
`"How much golds would I earn by capturing you, Sir Oni?"`
Thomas
*She didn't seem to have any reaction to Xeno revelaing his true nature. Either she didn't care, or she didn't know what it meant. She did, however, react to Elnarwen's speak of 'beastkin barbarians'.* "I've never met any beastkin 'barbarians', but I've met a couple of beastkin before! Like my friend Braun! He's nice! I found him punching trees once!" *She seems to have no awareness of the tension between elves and beastkin.*