Cheryl
Senri generally thought herself a decent-mannered individual. Her temper wasn't that hot (at least not by racial standards) and it'd been a while since she'd stirred up any ruckus. So of course, it couldn't possibly be due to her own shortcomings that led to her sitting on a rock outside of town, overlooking a bridge stretching across a river.

The alcohol. Yeah, that was it. That was the reason why she was thus inebriated—who asked it to be so delicious?—and unable to properly sit still. Blearily, she eyed the opposite end.

Someone seemed to be crossing.
Gregory
*A certain someone would indeed be crossing. A woman with black hair, perhaps a macen. She was dressed in admittedly odd attire, a maids dress apparently. In her hands a basket, seemingly full of groceries and other items.*

*Her walk was elegant and refined, marching across the bridge. Coming closer, the dress she wore seemed to shimmer and shine. As if metal plates had been sown into the fabric, like some kind of armor.*
Cheryl
*Hmmmmm.*

Had Senri been just a inch more sober, she'd have recognized that there was in fact nothing wrong with this whole situation at all. She would also have recognized that it was none of her own damn business as to whether someone wanted to go shopping for groceries so late, and simply let the woman pass.

Alas, the lack of brain cell activity ensured that such reasoning never once crossed her mind. The oni got up from where she sat, and marched over to her end of the bridge, standing squarely in the middle of it.

"Stay thine steps." Somehow managing to keep her speech coherent. "No mere folk would be bearing a basket across this bridge at this hour of the night."

She managed to draw her longer blade without accidentally cutting herself, and lifted it to point at the woman.

"...I cannot grant thee passage. Go back whence you came."
Gregory
*The march of footsteps comes to a halt as Raylen's peaceful stroll is interrupted. She looks across the bridge at her armored opponent, admittedly confused.*

"I am returning home to my lord from the market. You won't let me pass?"

*She moves to set the basket down, out of the way of any conflict. Turning back to Senri and speaking in a polite manner.*
"I have no quarrel with you. But if you are determined to obstruct me?"