Alexander
*M'ra put her hands behind her back, curling her fingers together as she walked through the tavern. It didn't seem appropriate to go upstairs, no, so she agreed with Terrel's suggestion.* "I'll go reserve a booth and sit down at it, then. Just don't take too long, or I might start taking notes on everyone's conversations again." *Chuckling softly, she went off to the bar and requested a booth.*

*As she went and plopped herself down on one of the seats, she found herself inconvenienced by her height once more. The table was too high, the chair wasn't high enough, her head barely poked over the edge of the table, yada yada. She found herself sitting down on her legs to make up for the lacking height, plopping her bag down on the table and taking out from it a hefty looking notebook. It was mostly empty right now, but it was clear that it was made for a long amount of writing to be deposited.*
Frances
*Terrel would give a nod to her, soon turning away from the Dwarf as he'd begin making his way up the stairs to the hallway that ran between the different rooms. He'd pass by the other doors until he had made his way to where their rooms were.*"Manon."*The Elf would call in his usual low tone. He would stand outside her room, waiting just by her door for her to come out without the knowledge of her going back and forth between the rooms. Terrel gave only a brief knock to it, one quickly growing louder with the time that passed before he'd soon move his hand away to let it resonate for a bit.*
Debbie
*She opened her eyes at the sound of her name coming from down the hall. At first she thought she was imagining it but then came the knocks. Placing a palm down against the floor as she pushed herself into a standing position. From there she made her way to the door leading into the hall before poking her head through. She took a step into the hall so Terrel could see that she wasn't in her room, but his.* 

"I'm in your room, I wanted to use your water since mine is pretty... Disgusting." 

*She wasn't aware of the visitor waiting in the tavern below so she turned and went back into his room and into the bathroom. She kneeled down in front of the tub and began scraping away at the mud or dirt that accumulated from their travels and day to day activities. She didn't dislike the purple dress she wore, she just disliked being looked, being discovered. It isn't usually long after someone pays attention to the druid that they realize she's a vampire and thus a liability to those around her.*

"The faster I clean my clothes, the easier I can blend in." 

*She said loudly, assuming that Terrel was in talking distance. If not she would just be talking to herself, It's how she felt most of the time when around Okami or Terrel. One is probably thinking all types of wild thoughts and the other doesn't give an inkling if he heard or cared for that matter.*
Alexander
*A group of three sat at a round table, beers clinking and a round of cheers as they set to their drink. One, a young Macen, had hooked his arm around the shoulders of another, a much taller Silnarian. The two had beaming smiles on their faces, though their contrasting appearance seemed to make the third, another Silnarian, scoff and insult the young Macen's uncouth appearance. Talks of celebration and joy rung out from the group, a marriage. 

To the other side of the tavern sat a lone woman. Sharp eared, she looked orderly, her head bearing a few lines of grey in otherwise brilliant bronze coloured hair. She had no hood on, for she had no stories of hiding to tell. No, what she had was a warm soup in front of her and a smile as she spoke quiet words of the past. "It smells just like mama's..." She said, digging into the meal, her clothes wrinkling about as she moved and forming two long, straight folds crossed with each other at her waist. 

At yet another table there was a group of loud youths. They all looked to be barely old enough to drink, but it still felt strange to see what was by all means a gang of little ruffians in an adult's establishment. "She kissed me yesterday, I swear it!" Said one, his palms slamming down against the table. His friends did not respond kindly, throwing out a few snickers and sipping on their still almost full beer. "Say mums, or ya DIDN'T!" The boy flashed red, dunking the rest of his drink in one go, a loud burp leaving his mouth. "M-" That was all he managed to get out before another burp erupted and he put a hand to his stomach. "I shouldn't have drank all that at once..." Laughs echoed in the tavern.

The once empty pages of M'ra's notebook were slowly filling up as her eyes casually glanced from person to person. They never stayed long enough to be noticed, but they didn't need to, as her ears did most of the work. It would be prudent if Terrel to return with his companion soon, else she might start up a conversation with any one of the poor fools and take up the rest of their day.
Frances
*Terrel would shift his gaze over to Manon as she'd suddenly come out of his room.*"Why are you-"*The Elf would begin, only for her to answer his question in explaining that she needed to use his water to clean her clothes since hers was too dirty. At first he considered questioning what could possibly have caused her water to be that dirty, but after some thought, he figured he didn't need much of an answer.

He'd give a light shake of his head.*"Nevermind."*Terrel would say.*"Come on, there's someone here to see you."*Giving a tilt to his head towards the hall where he had come down, he'd gesture for her in suggestion of them heading downstairs.*"Won't take long. You can get back to cleaning up right after."*He'd continue, deciding not to explain the potential of the Dwarf staying and traveling with them for whenever they eventually set off from Salvania. Perhaps it was better for her to get to know M'ra first.*
Debbie
*She scrunched her eyebrows together about this mysterious visitor he brought. In fact she didn't move at all towards the hallway as he suggested. She knew full well that nobody knows she was here because nobody cared. Which meant Okami and Terrel felt the need to bring someone to her. Manon's hands clenched into fists as she stood up from the tub. She could certainly say that surprises were something she had enough of these past 6 years. This surprise just kicked in her fight or flight responses. She stood up from the tub with water dripping down from her knuckles as she walked past Terrel and into the hallway.*

"I can't say I was expecting a visitor. I don't remember you saying anything else about meeting someone." 

*She didn't have a place to wipe her hands which ended up leaving small drops of water that lead from where she came from all the way down the stairs of the tavern. Once there she stopped at the bottom step, waiting for Terrel to regain the lead since she didn't know who she was even looking for. A part of her hoped it was another adorable wolf, but it wouldn't make sense to leave the others behind just to obtain a newer one.*
Frances
"Consider this an unexpected visitor then."*The Elf would suggest casually.*"Turned up earlier today and they seemed pretty inclined to meet you."*Whether or not that was fully true, the Elf didn't know nor did he care enough. M'ra seemed to be one to enjoy meeting other people and in her knowledge of vamps, perhaps she could take an interest in assisting Manon. At least, that was the hope anyways for at this point, they were running low on options. Hardly anywhere to find the information on vamps and any viable option in helping her, seeming to only make things worse. 

Needless to say, it was far from their expertise, and the constant blunders only seemed to support it. He'd follow Manon down the hall back to the bottom of the steps where she was waiting for him. Before he could get so much as another word out, the words of the Dwarf would travel over to him, causing him to shift his gaze away from Manon over to M'ra in her louder than needed voice.

Well that was one way to make an introduction. He supposed it was good that she seemed the least big excited to meet the young vamp, perhaps allowing her to spark conversation with Manon.*"Manon, this is M'ra."*He'd say, gesturing towards the Dwarf as if she needed any extra pointing out with her boisterousness.*