Hotaru’s eye twitched at the very incline of Akami’s voice as he placed his two cents but as soon as she heard the words there was a smirk on her pink lips. Because she had heard enough about their leader to know better than to say such nonsense. Especially at a time like this when their was no time to waste on such idle waste, hence why they had taken the ‘con-man’. But with that a seal was thrown her way and she caught with ease her hazel eyes taking in the information even as Xio repeated it. She nodded understanding his choice of not wanting any mistakes, these were risky times they could not afford an all out fight with someone who would fight to not be in there shoes.<br/><br/>As Xio had ordered Hotaru had taken off any sigal’s that remained on her leaving her feeling a bit bare as she had never been a form of attack but of defense and having nothing to protect her body made her nervous. But she worried in silence, alone as she had done her whole life. It was expected of her to do this and do it right, and so she would.<br/><br/>As the group had walked it seemed they had some how stumbled upon there next brother or sister the light tingle echoing in her body as she confirmed with Xio ‘they’ were nearby. “Yes” she exclaimed a new presence usually soothed Hotaru at least till she got to know them, it was always different later a feeling she did not relish. As her insides echoed the new feeling her mind was ripped from it as Xio spoke.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">“Akami you claim to be good with words,”</span>Xio called to Akami. Hotaru’s her eyes darted to the two catching Xio with a mischievous grin on his face. She had seen such a thing since they had met one another. It relaxed her too see such a sight but even a little she felt a pang of guilt for Akimi to handle it alone.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> “Off you go! Go ask the good innkeeper whether he knows of any Lemurai in Whiteridge.”</span>Xio exclaimed, Hotaru watched in silence nudging her head forward telling him to go ahead.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">“This is going to be good.”</span>Xio said turning to Hotaru obvious pleasure in teasing Akami, she felt pity now, but was sure as soon as Akami opened his mouth he would squash that. But still she hoped he wouldn’t flop on this, they needed that info. The group made their way to the tavern the white sheets flowing in the wind it was a melancholy sight for Hotaru but as soon it reared it’s head she swallowed hard and pushed it back down. There was no point in thinking of that place ever again.<br/><br/>Hotaru’s attention again back to the tavern, no sign of life all be it but the barkeep and two beyond the bar, she smell of meat and bread wafted to her nose the smell deep and slightly intoxicating but she would remain still and at Xio and Akami’s side. Even as food was slid to Xio, Hotaru remained silent her hazel eyes going over the tavern. Black hair past the hallway that lead further into the tavern. Something echoed in her to follow. Only to be left staring at closed door’s no echo of where or what had gone by. Her eyes narrowed in suspicion. A deep sigh as she walked back to the group.<br/><br/>Meanwhile…<br/><br/>Clay and his mother had returned to  the inside of the Inn but Clay had convinced her to rest a bit and let father and the barkeep handle the front while Clay handled the food. At first she had argued but like always Clay had found a way around it even a winning smile to make it better.<br/><br/>He had ran too and fro from one to another doing what he needed before a proper meal was done within the tavern walls. He had this bright feeling in the pit of the stomach something familiar but nothing he had ever experienced. It intrigued him as he gently spied from the side door on the new group walked in. A woman and two men. The woman’s hair a rare color in these parts was again intriguing as his mind began to wonder and tinker of the details of the group. Weapon’s but no sigil’s that he could have spotted, no young children so they were not family beside not bearing any resemblance to one another. They seemed too polite to be bandit’s, so what were they here for? His mind raced and danced in his head as his hand’s worked on the stew in front of him at great speed. In no time at all the Inn would fill with the aroma of his stew. But there was in itch to see them again or to run he wasn’t quite sure, but the woman had peaked his interest and he had still no bride to call his own. That made his gold eyes gleam at the thought. Maybe he would visit them after a lil fun. Clay bit his lip as he eyed two bowls and added a lil something extra ….<span style="font-style: italic">Sleeping Herb</span>.