Pearl
Want to know what can completely disrupt your life? Besides siblings at least. Being randomly threatened by an unhinged canifor delusional enough to think they have something on you. That had been a *Real treat*. Running into the odd elf in the pig mask had briefly brought up the background concern again, but they'd had... Well, little interest in him aside from some good natured fun. 

Still it was a strong enough reminder that Amos had, in short order, left his home in the Silnarian Empire and shifted out to Salvainia. ...Just for a short while at least. Just long enough to get his bearings and get the hell out of such a large city like Ulnoor at least. It was amazing just how much calmer you could feel without the constant din of people and the walls all around you. 

He'd stopped to rest in a nearby town. Had to change clothes. Had to wash. Had to restock on the basic necessities like food... But he couldn't quite bring himself to check himself in for the night anywhere. This lead to where he was now, slowly heading towards the outsides of the small town and debating resting, or just pressing onward. Choices.
Luis
After his interaction with Ishikawa, The Drama had very quickly left for his home in Gerong. However, as the sun rose, the skin on the back of his neck began to tingle. Ah, that's right, just yesterday he had walked all the way to Ishikawa's cabin, and him and his neck were not in good standing. The sunlight it received was less than pleasing, and while there was no visible burning, it was very sensitive and would feel far more hot to the touch than the rest of his body. Much to his dismay, he would have to stop in a nearby town and stay for the day, then make the rest of his trip back home by night.

No matter, he thought, he needed a break from work. For the day, he merely spent it where he normally spends his days not at work: spying on the common folk and sleeping. He couldn't do it how he would before, as a small town like this didn't mask his shenanigans as well as the bustling city, but where he found a good hiding spot that also had good shade he would sit there for hours, and watch and watch to his heart's content. The most standout thing he saw all day was two little boys getting into a fight over who had the bigger toy wagon: one said his was longer, but the other said his was taller. Ultimately, they got distracted by a large dog that ran by, and completely dropped the argument and started talking about how cool the dogs were. He was somewhat sad about this, as he was curious as to whose wagon they would conclude was truly bigger. Oh well.

After all this, the sun finally began to set, and he crawled out from under the porch of an old elf lady who had been on her porch humming sweet tunes for most of the day. She had finally retreated back into her house after her partner peaked out of the house and called her in for dinner. Thankfully, the Drama was able to hide without getting dirty, a miracle that surely only he could pull off. At this, he finally set off for his trip back home, when, in the distance, he spotted another traveler. Normally this wouldn't catch his eye, but this traveler was different. Oni always turned his head, as he wasn't incredibly used to seeing them, but this time his head turned for another reason. He knew almost immediately that he wasn't looking at an Oni, but he wasn't quite sure what he *Was* Looking at. Whatever it was, he *Had* To know more. The night had ample time to allow him to do this *And* Get home, so he decided he would sneak up on this curious amalgam and witness his behavior.
Pearl
Certainly Oni *Like*. There were horns of a sort. Their skin was also pale, but it was also red at the hands. Whether the redness extended past his wrists was anyone's guess; He wore long sleeves that went a bit down his hands. About there was where similarities ended however. He's too lean to look much like an Oni, and his coloring is all messed up. One could conclude poor breeding. Or selective? Or an odd lottery draw or... Well, cosmetic even. Plenty of ideas there.

Amos exhales, cheap bag slung over his shoulder as he walks. At least the bag matches his overall appearance; Clothes selected specifically to blend in with a working class crowd, even if everything else stood out loudly against it all. He opts, finally, to find somewhere to sleep just outside of town perhaps. He can't quite stomach the idea of staying indoors again for a night, and if he's honest about it, isn't willing to too closely examine his whys and why fors of it. 

Then he might have to do some self reflecting and that just isn't in the cards tonight.

The walk in the dark is a bit longer than he'd like but at least no one's bothered him yet. Once he's settled into the idea of a night outside he smiles and hums some tuneless melody of sorts. Never was that great at stringing together songs, though ones he knew he'd worn out years ago.
Luis
The Drama observed Amos with utmost scrutiny. Every detail he could take in was taken in. He began to paint a picture in his mind of what might have happened to the creature before him, whether he be a pale Oni with a set of gross disfigurements, an elf who was cursed by some sort of witch, or something more sinister and macabre, the Drama had a little narrative play out in his head. This narrative was riddled with gaps, though, and he wasn't even sure which one -if any- was true. He hummed quietly, so much so that his silence would basically make it all but null. How strange, how strange indeed.

Who was this man? Where was he from? What was he actually? There was almost no way the man was born like this, the pieces that stood out looked almost grafted on to him, like an apple tree that suddenly becomes a cherry tree part of the way through. If so, how did he come to be like this? The Drama wasn't sure, but he assumed that maybe -just maybe, if he got a closer look- maybe he could figure out what happened, or at least get a better clue.
Pearl
Turns out ignorance is bliss, especially when one is being followed in the night. It's a nice night though and he settles into a reasonably comfortable pace as he makes his way outside of the town. He has a nagging feeling in his gut that he's being followed, but isn't really sure if it's just himself, or something real. After all why would *Someone else* Be following him outside of Ulnoor? Or Silnaria in general? He opts to ignore it for the moment. It's probably just his own mind playing tricks.

Once outside, that tension he continued to carry and not acknowledge finally dissipates. He lets out a breath he hadn't accepted he was holding and lets his shoulders loosen, standing still a moment before continuing. It's quite a short walk from here; Off the path, into a field of grass tall enough for him to find some reasonable amount of cover and privacy. Somewhere he can lay down and not be easily seen, though the crushed grass would probably make an awkward patch from a distance.

It's about time to sleep, and he makes short work of setting up his own little patch to sleep in. All he really needs is his bag and the cloak to rest with. No weapons it seems oddly enough, but maybe he's just an 'Oni' that doesn't think it necessary.