Darakus was sitting at a table with a small pouch that he carried around with him in his hands. although he appeared to be looking into space, there was much more to it than that. A man in a drunken stupor got bold and decided to make a joke of him in front of his friends. "Hrey, yer a stulpid lookin' felerr, y'know. can ya erven unerstaund me, wolf boy." the Almerkian said in an attempt to start a fight. Darakus looked at him with a blank expression, his piecing yellow eyes getting a solid black line down their length. he muttered something sinister and as the man took another swig of his beloved alchohol, he doubled over, gripping his chest. the next minute, only his clothes remained, as if a black hole had formed from his stomach and he had been sucked into it. Darakus went back to staring into space, his eyes going back their normal yellow as he did so. the friends of the man having no proof anyone had done something to him just sat there, shocked.<br/><br/>As he was facing the door, Darakus noticed the young boy walk in, and contemplated leaving. Then his senses picked up the 'halfling scent' and he got excited, which was very rare for him outside of battle. The boy sat down and ordered a meal of porridge and bread, and since there was a burning curiosity in him, Darakus silently sat down to the left of him. Until the boy was midway through his meal, Darakus sat and said nothing as usual, then he decided the time for silence was over. "My my, so that's what a Wind Sprite looks like. She's cute. Friend of yours?" he paused as he was unsure he could stop what usually happened to everyone he met at this point, then decided to ask what was on his mind anyway.<br/><br/>He leaned in close as to not reveal anything to onlookers, then, noticing the ears, he said "Finally, someone with the same problem as me. Halfling much?" noticing the looks he got from the Wind Sprite and the boy, he quickly added "Hey, not bashing it, after all, I am too. Different Race, though. Still, I feel calmer around you somehow." he took a small item that looked to be ancient out of his pouch and handed it to the Wind Sprite. The item in Question was an old shimmering green spherical object with a metal casing surrounding it attached to a chain. as he handed it to her, he simply said, "A token of friendship. it is a Sprite power enhancement charm. took me 47 years to track it down." he looked to the boy and reassured him, "I didn't just steal that you know." This was only half true. he hadn't necessarily stolen it, but the thing is, he had taken it off a dead corpse after someone else had murdered the man in question. he betrayed nothing of this white lie and sat there calmly, then asked, "If I am to travel with you, may as well ask now to avoid confusion. What are your names? And if you won't reveal that, then what may I refer to you as?"<br/><br/>The Inn had become rather quiet, as most patrons, who had been here before, knew to avoid the Wolf Anitrope/Demon halfling. they had seen him get angry before in the street. It wasn't pretty, and now he was acting all chummy with what appeared to be a human. Even though no one knew of his heritage, the half Demon was intimidating when angry. His left arm alone could confirm that.<br/><br/>As for Jerakea, he had been in Methodin for days impersonating anyone and everyone he could to fill his wallet. At the moment, he was masked as an old war veteran, Borasan, Almerkian by appearance, tall and proud of his accomplishments by nature. he had been following a scent for thirty-three years, getting nowhere fast until recently. he was following a crowd to an Inn that he had heard a Wolf Anithrope with a staring problem currently resided. Unfortunately, or maybe not so much, he bumped into one of his current form's men, Morys by name. ~Time to act this man into beleivance~ he thought as he strode up after noticing the Aura of malice around Morys' pocket.<br/><br/>"Morys old friend, I would have never guessed you'd be here!" he boomed, acting every bit like Borasan. "I just arrived in town about a week ago. how've you been? Still practicing with those swords of yours I see. Come on I'll buy you a drink or two while we catch up." and he led the Almerkian toward the Inn, using the exact amount of strength that his current form looked to have to further the lie.