Gary
As the liquid swirled in the mug and swirled again, Raj found herself entranced in thought as she leaned against the bar. Though the train of thought wasn't very straight-forward, Raj was thinking of everything and nothing at once, like she always had. At times like these Raj wished she would have brought some books along. Even re-reading her favorites three times straight would have been more interesting then the solitude she and her thoughts had together. For once she wanted to act more and think less, and it looked like today odds were swaying in her favor. 

The door flung open and another stranger made it into the tavern, Raj hadn't minded to turn her head or catch a glimpse of who had walked in, not until he was at the bar asking for water. She raised her eyebrows, side-eyeing the man as she sipped from her drink. Masked and odd colored hair, asking for water in a place dedicated to liquor. What a weird man. Raj shook off the thought, it was rude to base on appearances alone, she knew that all too well. She scratched her head awkwardly as she scolded herself for such thoughts, maybe she was a little too hard on herself sometimes. 

Raj took a deep breath before finishing the rest of her drink in one sitting, clearing her throat and cocking her head toward the masked man. She scanned the mask for a brief second before she actually spoke. 

"Is it real?" Raj asked. "The mask?" 

The oni raised her eyebrows, hoping for an answer regardless of which direction. Either way it was articulate and unique, she hadn't seen one quite like it. And if anyone knew Raj well enough, it was that she couldn't keep her mouth shut. If curious, she'd ask a million questions before taking the hint to be quiet. 

To be honest, she wasn't very good at knowing when someone didn't want to talk, or if they were a person not to be approached. It had got her in a few sticky situations at times, but she sure never learned her lesson. Social cues were trial and error for the woman, she'd either spend her time rambling or listening so well her company thinks she's zoned out. It was hard to find a middle ground, it was something she'd been working on for a long time.
Angela
*It took Terrel a short while to notice Raj was talking to him, too drowned out by his own exhaustion before he could finally pick up on it. His gaze shifted to the side, glancing over at the oddly colored Oni through the cover of his mask. It wasn't often he met Onis, especially not outside of Amongko. Another traveler looking for adventure or had the war truly reached well beyond the borders in bringing new patrons to its cause and destruction? Maybe it was neither and she just so happened to come here, though she seemed a lot more willing to talk than most people he met at a tavern.

Terrel let out an exhale of air, one that could have soon turned into a chuckle as he pushed back the pain of traveling to focus on Raj for a moment.*"If by real, you mean did I behead a pig to make this thing..."*He began.*"Then no, but wouldn't that be a funny idea?"*Terrel had yet to know what a 'fake mask' was anyhow. Perhaps Onis figured most masks to have to originate from the thing it portrayed, but Terrel had this mask for years for it to be the remains of a once living animal. He eyed her for a moment, making light note of her purplish skin and scrawny frame. What a strange Oni.*

"But if that's what you're wanting to believe, I can easily pretend it is."*He said casually, perhaps playing it off as a sort of joke. His glass of water was soon brought to him, leaving a pause between his words as he drunk away at it. The dry feeling in his throat reacted irritably to it, but eventually the worst of it faded away by the time he lowered his cup back down. He didn't seem to care much from the oddity of ordering water in a tavern, typically getting water whenever he came by unless he was planning on staying for a long while. For now, it was just a sanctuary of rest from the ambushes Mentia carried nowadays. He wondered if Raj was in the same situation, though seeing how willing she was to open up conversation, he began to doubt it quickly.*
Gary
Of course it wasn't real, Raj smiled awkwardly and followed with a laugh. If it had been real, that would have taken quite the skill to preserve it. It was plenty worth the question and break of silence. Unfortunately, it only brought more theories to mind. As much as she'd hate to admit it, Raj was nosy. 

"Regardless, I've never seen anything quite like it," She responded, looking down at her empty cup. She pushed it onto the bar and called the barkeep for seconds, her eyes following the mug as it was refilled. 

As she did so, it gave her a moment to think before talking again. Out of all things, the one thing she hadn't stopped to think of was why. Surely Raj couldn't just ask such a bold question, even if she could she probably wouldn't. Besides, no one liked being questioned over personal choices. If she were going to ask questions, they might as well not be invasive. 

"Just curious," The woman started. "Any inspiration or meaning behind it?" Raj asked, her eyes breaking from the cup and readjusted them toward the masked stranger. She took it in hand, pressing the mug to her lips for a moment before taking a drink. 

Despite knowing how badly questions were disliked by some people, Raj just couldn't help herself from being curious anyway. There was no harm in innocent questions, that's why she thought them out so carefully. She'd rather be blunt about it any time of day, but that took another level of comfortability. Raj favored the safety factor over her own desires, at least in some aspects. Yeah, she chose a career in the line of bounty hunting, a dangerous game in itself, but beyond that she was a cautious woman. Raj only had her father to thank for those precautions. Had it not been for his guidance, she might have been quite the reckless spirit.
Angela
*The Silnari stared at her blankly at the question. Or rather, that was the normal look his mask gave off with it covering most of his face. This wasn't the first time someone had asked the question about it, though Terrel rarely ever gave a direct answer to it. Instead, mostly just providing a different one each time.*"Consider it a familial thing."*He decided to answer this time. It was partially true, though the story was deeper than what he felt like explaining. He was one to shrug off most things, the reason behind why he wears a mask often being one of them. Sometimes people simply wore masks. Regardless, it seemed like the Oni was looking for a conversation to which he eventually turned to fully face her, his cloak shifting along his back at the small movement.*

"Can't say I've seen an Oni since my time in Amongko."*He decided to say back. In fact he could hardly recall a time he's met an Oni outside of the kingdom. It was probably wrong to assume all Oni simply stayed around there, but with her unique look, perhaps it was a little less than coincidental that she was this far from the country.*"What kind of Oni are you anyways?"*He asked rather bluntly. An eyebrow slightly rose, more so in thought. While Terrel kept himself knowledgeable on the more common races. Onis were typically where he drew a blank.

He found them more admirable than Silnari at times, mostly though their combat oriented outlook in life compared to the steadfast magic users of his childhood. Though he never went so far as to learn about them. Most things he had been learning on the go anyways in his years of traveling. Some things he simply couldn't learn at home. He had come to discover that rather quickly upon leaving the steppes behind.*