Christopher
*A relatively quiet afternoon plays out in Salvania's shining capital, it's inhabitants enjoying themselves in their typical fashion. That of course being the art of getting hammered and passing out at your neighborhood Salvainian tavern. One such participant, a golden kitsune dressed in somewhat formal attire sits at the countertop. With a mug in his hand, he seems to be drinking alone. Perhaps he was a regular, as the barmaid called him by name in a rather aggressive note.*
"Horace, you better pay your damn tab this time. I wont fall for your sweet words again!"

*To such an accusation the kitsune's ears simply twitch before he waves her off. Despite how he dressed, this man named Horace wasn't the most reputable gentlemen. The bar itself was rather standard, drunks in nearly every stained velvet seat despite it barely being noon. It's wooden walls peeling as the stink of beer floated around the room. From the left of the entrance, a herd of tables and chairs occupied by the masses. The right holding counter, the kitchen, and the entrance to the over night rooms.*
Julio
**The door of the tavern suddenly opens, as incense begins to rise to the air, being felt by most of the tavern who look in the direction of the door, seeing the diminutive figure that entered the building. He dressed completly different from the others in that place : A black mantle covered his torso, and a skull of a ram covered his face as his bright yellow eyes shined in the darkness of the mask's eyes. Carrying a staff, the creature which appeared to be a Ryujin had a long pipe in his mouth, where the strong smell of incense came from. 

Right behind him was a hooded figure, the cloak it wore completly covering it's face and body, guaranteeing no one would see what laid below it. The two approached the balcony, the small Beagi sitting by Horace's side and looking at the barmaid.**

*"....Give me a mug of beer, dear lady."* **- As she turned around to complete the order, the ryujin looked to the side, staring at Horace incessantly.**
Christopher
*As a hush fell across the crowd, all eyes could be felt on the creature. Of course that is until something more interesting comes along in the form of a 1v1 between a silnari and a macen. Horace on the otherhand attempted to pay no mind to the events that went on around him. He'd learnt from his time in the world that those who go looking for trouble will find it often enough.*

*Unfortunately, he could not avoid those yellow eyes which practically gazed into his soul. He looks to meat the stranger's gaze, gently cocking his head as his ears seem to flatten.*
"Can I help you...?"

*He questioned half heartedly, occasionally glancing at the other just behind his observer.*
Julio
*"No... Actually, maybe, maybe you can help me... Yes..."* **- The ryujin kept staring at Horace, puffing a bit of smoke and incense from his pipe, the smell was strong and almost nauseating, but he didnt seem to care what Horace was feeling at the moment, continuing the staring contest. He would slightly tilt his head to both left and right, as if analyzing every single ounce of Horace's very being, all as the second hooded figure stood right behind him. 

The barmaid would look at the odd masked fellow with strange unease as she delivered his request, he wouldnt mind the beer, instead, he would begin approaching Horace.**

*"You seem like a strong fellow... One who has experience, am i right?"*
Christopher
*The kitsune's eyebrow slowly comes to an arch, a confused look upon his face. Said look quickly swaps to mild disgust at the sheer strength of the stench. By no means was it the worst thing he'd smelt, but it was certainly up there.*

*He attempts to waft the smell away to little avail, looking over with a pained expression at the second man.*
"Yeah... Something like that... Do you got a job or something?"