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<li data-xf-list-type="ul">Itsuki instinctively shifted back a bit when 'Shawn' appeared beside Lin. She had been around creatures of darkness enough to know when one was near her. She knew their smell, their aura, and she knew the way that they made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end when they were around. This. . .thing, whatever it was, was not normal. But Lin didn't seem at all bothered by it's presence. Her body reacted on it's own when that thing looked at her, and she felt herself growing more and more uneasy. Lin seemed perfectly normal, almost harmless when Itsuki first looked at her, but now, Itsuki felt she would have to keep her guard up. Just in case things got bad in the future. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bf0040">"Seems ta me he's mor'an capable,"</span> she said, laughing nervously. <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bf0040">"Only been here in these parts for a few days, but ah think ah can show you the more 'mportant places,"</span> Itsuki said. Why did she say that? She was trapping herself with Lin and. . .whatever this 'Shawn' was knowing that this could be potentially dangerous. Lin had a harmless look about her, and for some reason, it lulled Itsuki into a false sense of security. She would be safe, right? If it came down to it, she would fight. If not? She would breathe easy and thank the Gods that she lasted another day here on this earth. She trusted her abilities enough to think that she could at least defend herself and create an opening through which she could escape in the worst case scenario.<br/>
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Now seemed to be as good a time as any. Neither of them were being approached or pestered by anyone and she had long finished the bottle that she bought. More importantly, it was a good time to escape the glare of those unseeing, empty eyes upon her. Itsuki left a few coins on the bar, a tip for the barkeep who had been kind enough to put up with her and her rowdiness, shuffling away from her seat slowly as she did so. She moved towards the door slowly, moving as if someone stood behind her with a dagger to her back. It was definitely comforting to know that they would be moving along the streets, which were usually well populated at this time of day. So long as they remained on the main road, she was relatively certain everything would be alright.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bf0040">"The tavern here sits on tha main road of tha town, all the way down over there is where yer wealthier folk live, with the castle sittin' way up on the hill over lookin' everythin',"</span> she said, jamming a thumb back over her shoulder. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bf0040">"This area here is where all've yer common folk dwell. Shop's an' everythin' are set up here where us drifters can find it nice an' easy like. Mosta the intersecting roads 'roudn here'll lead ya to other inn's an' taverns an the like. 'Cept yer pickpocketin' types, I'd have to say mosta tha streets on this road are the safest. Definitely stay away from them back alley places. This is a nice little town here an' all, but it's got it's share of bad places too. Did'ja need to find anythin' specific? Or is justa general once aroun' gonna suffice?"</span><br/>
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Granted, her thick accent might have made it hard for the lady, and her strange guardian, to understand, but she spoke slowly and illustrated what she was saying with her hands as best she could. Outside of Lassadar, she found that her way of speaking was not commonly understood, and that most thought her to be an idiot for the way she spoke.[/list:u]</li>
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