Harold
"Ah, right. Was able to sell out a lot of the produce this week. Think I can treat myself once in a while."

*He would completely omit the fact that he got his food money from someone else. And Zed wasn't really a farmer.*

"Ah, yes. Took archery up during the winter storms, because of a bad harvest earlier this year. Needed food. And yes, those two do look similar. I wouldn't worry though."

*The Jackal didn't seem to like him too much. Neither did the Canifor. Interesting. Not exactly a hardened mind, unlike Leo.*
Goldie
*His head would tilt itself slightly to the right. Instead of challenging this man outright, he simply bowed his head.* `"So your harvest was bountiful this season? I don't suppose your farmstead has a name I'd recognize?"` *A small game of words. That's what he'd consider this. Hopefully his time bought would help Juna ready herself for anything, assuming it came out of the blue. Still yet Charles' body would remain motionless beside the swirling of his glass. Not just that, but a person or several had now began paying attention to him since he had been called out for being something as harshly labelled as a 'vampire'.* `"As for your assumption? You'd be correct sir, I am indeed.. A vampire. For a farmer, you seem well equipped, wouldn't you say so?"` *As his hand poked out from his side turned away, at the handles tucked beside and beneath cloth and fabric. What would he say next? Or rather, what cards would he play? A farmer would be more believable, had he not mentioned the two cloaked beings. His guise may have been successful, if he motioned the duo to halt their worries.*
Melissa
*Juna turned her gaze to Leo when he confirmed himself to be a vampire. She didn't look at him with any real emotion towards the comment, though it did leave her lost in thought for a bit after explaining a lot about this strange knight.*
"...A vampire?" *She said the words mostly to herself in a curious tone, not thinking she'd ever see a vampire so casually during the day.*

 *Her attention switched back and forth between the two of them as if trying to catch on to the wordplay without becoming involved herself. She couldn't sense hostility as they spoke, but with the burning gaze of the clones she felt, the eyes of other people now directed towards Leo, Jace's aggressiveness, the annoying ticking of the clock, and the jabs the others were seemingly making at one another, Juna felt caught in the middle. Her hand reached down towards Jace for comfort, petting him lightly along his back side. This at least caused the Jackal to calm down and look up towards Juna. The Canifor's other hand would passively rest itself on the handle of her dagger. It made her feel more secure, especially after Leo brought up how well equipped Zed appeared to be. Jace wouldn't take his attention off the farmer for too long, after all he was still on edge from the last fight and the encounter they had at a tavern previously.*
Harold
"Ah, it doesn't have one. Why would we need one?"

*Zed grins. This man's intelligent. His position would now be lax, as he finishes off his meal. It seems impossible for him to reach his weapons quickly.*

"Ah, well equipped is relative. It's just two farming tools, one spare, a bow for hunting game, and a sawback. Useful for self defense or cutting wood. Never know what's going to be in the woods."


*He would notice that the two had actually become quite tense. Probably because they didn't trust him. Seems fair. They just met him.*

"Anyway, you should relax! This is a tavern, after all, not an arena!"
Goldie
*Hm. The vampiric knight was catching on. He would drill the farmer for more information, but he was already drawing attention to them. So as the mysterious man, Leo simply continued to swirl his glass, and give a good stare to any random drunkard or curious soul that looked his way when word of his.. Condition had been spoken of. Rather expectantly they returned to their normal endeavors, whatever that may be.* 
`"Indeed, this is no arena. So long as it's not considered one, we needn't worry."` *His attention turned back to Juna and the Jackal. They were tense. Very much so. Perhaps he needed to focus again on keeping them calm and relaxed.* `"He won't do anything there. For now, enjoy a meal and have a drink."` *He'd ensure he was rather to the point, as making her wonder would only further complicate the already complicated circumstances.*
Melissa
*Juna kept herself quiet. Though she was reassured with the idea that this wouldn't be a repeat of the last time she was in a tavern, she couldn't help the thoughts that conversed in her mind. She wanted to trust this person, she really did, but untrustworthiness seemed to come around and smack her in the face every time. Three strikes you're out, most would say. The first was the Elf at the tavern who had threatened to stab her Jackal. The second was the old man who had turned out to send them on more of a capture mission than a rescue one and ended being the one they shouldn't have trusted at all. Juna wondered if this would be the third; a tavern turning into an arena of some sort didn't really seem so far fetched to her. 

 Despite it, she calmed herself and her Jackal, petting him atop his head to reassure him that there wasn't anything wrong. The hand that was resting itself on her dagger, moved to relax itself on her lap. Jace sat down, his growls quieting as he stared at Zed in a more neutral expression, similar to how he would look at Leo. Juna didn't make a move to call a bartender over and ask for something to eat or drink, already her appetite was lost after the conversation. She looked away from the two of them, deciding to idly watch the other people in the tavern. Not out of suspicion or cautiousness, but more so to just distract herself. Jace slipped back under the table, keeping watch from below in case conflict broke out.*
James
*Leaning on a wall is a board, a quest board to be exact. They apparently haven't spent enough effort to actually hang it up or something, if they would check the board, they would notice a request for the extermination of some heretics apparently worshipping a plant thing. It is known that they wander on the streets of Borkton Avenue, recruiting new blood to their ranks, the local church is paranoid that they're planning to take over. Honestly it isn't really known whether or not the cult is actually bad, the church here doesn't like them.*
Harold
"Hey, what about we go take that quest over there? It would be a pleasure getting to know you."

*Zed would point towards the nearby poster. Little did they know he was only in it for the gold, and the chance to redevelop his magic. Also to study these people. Nothing much else to say.*
Melissa
*Juna looked in the direction that Zed was pointing in and decided to use it as an excuse to walk off from the table. After seeing how the last quest turned out, Juna was a bit more hesitant on starting another one, but seeing as she had already taken the time to walk up to the poster, she had no choice but to read it. The Canifor scanned the writing, her curiosity sprouting with the more information she gained from it. She would grab the edge of the poster and look back at the others.*
"It looks there's trouble at a local church-"
*Juna would move to the side to allow the others to see the quest for themselves. Her jackal swiftly moved out from under the table, coming to stand by her side.*
Goldie
*The vampiric knight let out a small sigh as Juna went to look at the board, mentioning the trouble at the church and only giving into Zed's suggestion. Oh well, maybe some bloodshed would help all of them ensure they didn't do anything to each other. With the creaking of old tavern wood, Charles departed from his booth, leaving the glass there and following the Canifor and her Jackal companion.*
`"Yes.. While you get to know us, you can take the front."` *Surprisingly, that was a joke. He wouldn't feel right allowing an archer to be first in any sort of situation, and either way, Leo wanted to be the first considered hostile to these... Cultists.* `"What say we pay a visit to Borton Avenue?"` *Guess it was time to start another quest right after the one he had just finished.*
James
*The glorious party of an assassin, a vampiric knight, and a canifor reaches the avenue known as 'Borkton'. Apparently there had been a notable merchant name Borkton who scammed people, he was such a legend that they had to name the street after him. Anyways, the party would notice a man handing out fliers to people, some would accept and some would just ignore the man like he was a plague of the earth. What will our party of misfits do in this situation? Ask whether or not he's a cultist? Or just murder him?*
Harold
*Someone handing out flyers. Interesting. Zed would walk up to the man, and talk to him in a friendly voice.*

"Excuse me. May I ask what these flyers are for?"
Melissa
*Juna came to a stop as Zed walked over to the man. She didn't feel suspicious in anyway towards the him, simply thinking that maybe he was the one that left the quest at the tavern in the first place. Her bow remained slung across her torso while she took the time to look around at the area. The Canifor never really had the time to tour the different cities, having traveled a great distance to this land and finding herself caught up in tense situations. It didn't seem like there was a lot worth seeing, but it seemed that everywhere she went there was something new to witness. Jace had moved on ahead, trailing behind Zed to investigate the man handing out flyers by sniffing at him.*
Goldie
*Juna at the back end, Zed approaching the man and Charles walking beside the assassin, the vampiric knight would simply continue walking a few feet past them with his eyes on the road ahead. Seemed like if something happened here, Charles would have his side of the road secure. And so, he waited silently as Zed questioned the flyers, his blackened cloak thrown around his neck and hood over his head. His kite shield had been strapped onto his shield arm before they left the tavern, as it was something he was used to having equipped when out in public. Or anywhere really. He wouldn't reach for his sword though, as it wasn't the time to do so.*
*"Borkton Avenue." He always wondered where people got names for these streets. Repeating the name in his head, he simply shrugged it off.*
James
*The man would look at Zed and smile* "I haven't seen you on this street before! I'm glad you asked about my flyers, they are invitations to a soothing ritual in the nearby forest" *This is fancy talk for doing lots of drugs in the forest, it really isn't magical but it is definitely fun. He doesn't seem to be a part of the cult, maybe he is and this is literally what the cult is, just some hippies who saw some wacky stuff in the forest while doing drugs, and now they're worshipping whatever they saw.*
Harold
*Zed's shadow clones would still be active, and would be trailing the three of them, their faces hidden by hoods. One would go into hiding, while the other would position himself so that he had an clear path to the man, and ready a throwing blade.*

"Thank you my friend!"

*Zed takes one of the flyers and heads back to the group, but he has other ideas. The clone sends a knife spinning through the air, the dark blade piercing the sunlight and finds itself in the man's neck, creating streams of crimson down his throat. It is then desummoned, both the knife and the figure, gone. Meanwhile, Zed shows the flyer to the other two.*

"Well,we got what we needed."