James
Healing had taken a bit longer than Amos had hoped. The bruising had faded up from his jaw, and had finally vanished from his side, but it had been cumbersome to say the least trying to fight while injured. That and people always went for the weak spots when they noticed them, though at least you could flip that on folks in the pit. To that end he was now above ground (*Thank the gods*) after a rather long and arduous day down there and was walking quickly through the streets. He was honestly tempted to head back out to the woods where the Druids were, where it was much quieter, calmer, and where he'd found at least a kind soul to talk to.

Deciding that was an awful idea prone to losing himself a friend sooner rather than later however, he headed into the nearest Tavern, ignoring how his stomach lurched at the assault of noise and lack of space. Hell, maybe he could take his drink outside. The shoddily dressed, mostly rags *Probably* Oni had to get a drink before he headed back outside though so he stepped up to the bar and ordered. Well, he ordered after the bartender made sure his coin was good enough; Not that he could blame them.

Turning as he waits, he takes in the people around himself and faces hoping not to spot any similarities and rather thankful for the dramatic change in his own appearance. It helped, more often than not, to realize he had a separation between his former and current life. It made it so much easier to just... Walk away from it all; Ties cut and no regrets about it.
Sandra
*Pecia had been sitting in the tavern for... How long again? She couldn't remember. That was one of the less favoursome side effects of having five ales in a row. She sat, half awake, on one of the tavern's worn-out wooden stools, using most of her energy to keep her from falling off. Pecia couldn't risk a scene like that, she might have to gravely injure a few people. While this did give her some shred of comfort, she didn't want to bloody her record more, her past was crimson enough.*

*Pecia had come to Silnaria on a business trip, oddly enough. Just to pick up a few texts from around the area, help out some of the local scholars with their work. It was something Pecia couldn't resist, a trip to Silnaria could greatly advance her work. She had already spent a few weeks here, studying, translating, doing scholary things, and she was ready for a night off. So she came here, to this damp, dimly lit tavern to drown her sorrows in alcohol.*

*Pecia noticed a large, seemingly Oni, walk up to the bar and ask for a drink. She frowned. Maybe it was because she was a bit drunk, maybe it was just the shadows, but something seemed off about this particular Oni. Pecia sat up to properly examine the creature who stood not 2 metres away from where she sat. As he turned, she averted her eyes, not wanting to draw any unwanted attention to herself, especially from this Oni.*
James
Acquiring his drink, Amos took a long sip and resisted a grimace. He hadn't actually had one since long before being put away, and now it felt like it was going to take a bit of time to adjust to it again. Or maybe this stuff was just more likely to knock you out. Well he'd find out before long, now wouldn't he? The second drink was easier and the third more than that. Maybe it was just burning the nerves in his throat away. Ah well.

Honestly, he was a... Well 'tall' Oni, and didn't carry the same weight you might expect for his size. He looked more compact with a more slender frame. But he did have horns... But his arms also looked oddly red and discolored. So did his legs. Yet a majority of him was pale. Maybe he was some weird mixed breed something or other? Maybe he had weak genes. Maybe- Oh shit he looked over.

Sort of anyway. He thought he noticed the Oni glancing his way but maybe not. He paused before moving to find a seat, nearby the blue Oni but not too close. He was consistently curious about how others saw him upon running into the Druid who was at least bold enough to blandly ask what he was. He figured 'Oni' was close enough really and left it at that, but he often wondered... So why not test and see what the other Oni might do? He sipped his drink, looking at the door and ignoring his uneasiness as he waited to see what might happen.