Patrick
*The kitsune listened to the demigod's voice as he explained the simplified details with her, the little doubts that plagued her began to fade. He seemed to trust her, this made her smile for a few reasons. One that she could be counted on and the other that she could turn trust into sweet betrayal, the pain of betrayal was such a sweet pain for its own purity. Her thoughts could be seen in her crimson eyes, conflicted and mixed. Perhaps a constant cycle to rebalance themselves, like a forest fire burning away life before growing back into a vast forest once more. Repeat and return.*

*Sharing his tale on how he was tricked and slain, the age of dragons was brought up. He only confirmed how old he was, although the titles of Imperator was not something she was familiar with. Perhaps an honorable title, centuries past. Her sharp eyes noticed the motion of his hand, a single tear from his right eye. A moment of pain, the pain of the demigod was savory and delicate.*

```"This one is not familiar with the names of Scipio and Imperator. But, titles that are earned and hold height from the manner you speak of them."```

*The kitsune was rather polite and formal with her tone, her head leaning closer to hear the man speak. His recent wound that cost him his strength, a cursed blade had her curious. Such a weapon to defeat a demigod was rather surprising and threatening, the demigods were creatures that walked off critical wounds. The kitsune took a deep interest in his newly found powers.*

```"Perhaps Noctis grows like a bamboo. Cut down and stolen strength, only for new strength to grow as a manner to adapt with each cut and death. Quite remarkable. Perhaps Noctis is still growing and vulnerable, Akira will stay until your new strength comes... But maybe it must earned through suffering and wounds like any other warrior. To create something beautiful, one must remove something first. Perhaps the strength of old will be replaced by the strength of new."```

*The kitsune shared her own insight on the situation at hand, finding it to be rather brutal and beautiful. She also quietly approved of the name, she began to understand why he was sent her or perhaps began to make her own assumptions.*

*After some time, the pair found themselves eating tofu and stew. Sitting on the floor nearby within the training grounds of the monks, who trained ruthless as their grunts and determined screams could be echoed occasionally. The food was meant for the warrior monks that defeated the Manastery, who happily shared their hospitality with a kitsune. Yet, Noctis was disgusted as a humble scholar from lands beyond Yronis. The monks who looked as tough as stone, were oddly humble and kind. Equally to the duo, providing honest words and a bow before leaving them to eat. They were a welcoming bunch but had their focus on their training. The smell of sweat, blood and tears filled the air, as the food provided some comfort with its savory scent. The kitsune shared a few words in between bites.*

```"You may consider joining the monks for a few centuries, regain control over your body and grow your strength. Although, the act of breaking a stone is far different from breaking a foe. A stone won't fight back."```
Gary
He didn't like her words, it felt like everything she said was a terrible omen. Sure she was familiar, but more and more he felt she was dangerous and foreboding. His brow furrowed and he decided he wasn't sure how to answer, so he did not. When she finished talking he just sat in silence and gazed out over the mountain until food was brought to them. 

He busied himself eating, he was starving. Traveling like that really drained him of energy. So he shoveled the tofu and stew into his mouth, neither of which he enjoyed very much. An ill omen indeed. Perhaps she was right, perhaps he had to regrow. After all, this was not his time, his life. 

He'd lost all sense of purpose and was still trying to find what that was. Closing his eyes, he listened to her speak again and shook his head. 

"I'll pass on the monastery. A rest and then we go and deal with these creatures. I'll part ways after that." He said, frowning. It was hard to care about the monks, about the Kitsune- he was finding himself feeling a stranger. He'd been awoken to... What? Why hadn't he just died in his own time? Why did he live and find himself in a time that wanted nothing to do with him, that was entirely alien to him. It was like looking after someone else's home while you left yours to burn down. 

"I don't have a few centuries. When can we leave?" Perhaps it was his instincts that had him so irritable. Something about the Kitsune pinged danger signals as loud and bright as facing the undead did. She made his skin crawl and yet, he didn't despise her. Perhaps she was another side of his father that he just wasn't, the same and yet entirely different.
Patrick
*The warm and steamy tofu was no delicate dish, the flavor was simple yet savory. The stew was that of vegetables and chicken, a hearty meal that only complemented the meal. As the demigod closed his eyes and spoke, opening them would reveal a smiling kitsune who stared at him rather intensely. When their eyes were locked, the gaze remained as she spoke.*

```"A rest on the move. A carriage shall take the two. To deal with the creatures is no simple job even for beings of centuries old. Unlike humans and other races, Gholls only have one purpose. To devour. Yet, do not invade or attack the same place twice. They gather and bulid, prepare for their ritual. Worship a God, a God of Savagery and Hunger. A beautiful title for a weak God. The God had returned before, was defeated by a band of champions but not before turning the rivers and steams red. The canvas of Yronis for the God of beauty, and his kin. Does the demigod before this one, agree?"```

*The kitsune spoke with an odd tongue, her choice of words more akin to a scroll or a book than regular conversation. The woman did not seem to mind that the demigod was eager to do business, she quite enjoyed the attitude of work first. She sat straight up as her voice began to speak about her plan, her hands on her lap.*

```"As this one spoke before, a carriage will take the two. South, closest to the location of interest. Hidden deep along the mountains, the gholls may have destroyed a similar temple like this and turned it into a makeshift fort. But, this one cab only guess. What your decorative ears will hear, as foggy words of a dying cultist. Broken minds and delusion burying our precious truth, only a hint of it was found by the one you see. Noctis should know that, but two cannot kill hundreds. The two can only kill a few, a few that are of great importance to our prey. A leader, a sacrifice and a champion. Two must kill the three, or the three will give birth to a God. A God will kill many."```
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*The kitsune spoke with a smile, her words were playful yet cold. A weird balance between being passionate and not caring, the woman didn't belittle the demigod but instead found herself dancing with her words. As if a person was learning to dance slowly before finding a new technique to practice. The details were given, simple and dry. Making her point as clear as she could, long details, explanations and theories were not her favorite motions to speak. A waste of time to speak of something you don't understand or know, like dancing without motion.*

*The pair eventually left the training grounds, as they waited by the dirt path. A supply carriage would bring the monks their supplies, Akira had planed to jump on it as it went south. Combining a day's rest and a day's travel in one trip, it was a small space for two souls.*