Mere hour's before the morning's sun's ray's could shine through his window. Vero was up, not in a happy chipper way either more like sore and grumpy. As he sat up from the damp bed that had soaked up the sweat from it's recovery from last night. He growled at the thought and wanted to punch Ghaleon in the face a few times but that would wait for now.  He needed to go over his own provision's.<br/><br/>With a heavy grumble he pushed himself up, stretching out his sore muscles. Opening the room's window the smell of early morning dew and muggy smell of the heat that beckoned it's arrival. Vero basked in the earthy scent it was very different from home, not pristine and puffy. But it had a rough charm to it, plus he was never going home. Pushing himself off the frame of the window he turned to the small water bowl left for him.<br/><br/>From there he cleaned his skin from it's troublesome night wiping his body of any memory of that horde night. His hand gliding over his slightly girlish tattoo of thorn's and flower's. Ghaleon had poked fun at him when first taking a glance at it, which had applied Vero's fist to Ghaleon's face. The two had a brotherly bond that had the downside as well that usually ended in a good old brawl, mostly because Vero was a bit over violent.<br/><br/>But Ghaleon accepted him and his flaws and valued him for what thing's he could do. One of the many reason's that Vero had remained at his friends side. But pushing those thought's aside Vero began to place each weapon in it's proper place. A knife here, a blade to his side, one in his boot, behind his back. Vero needless to say was prepared for battle and expected little Claire to bring other more useful thing's.<br/><br/>At the thought of her name Vero sighed heavily pressing the bridge of his nose as he tried to relieve the pressure that her name brought to him.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">"Truth"</span></span>the demon cooed as it wanted something to feed off of before they left.<span style="font-style: italic">"Yeah yeah I know you'll get your fix before we leave."</span>he thought in irritation. He wasn't exactly in a giving mood. But considering his head's roommate needed some food he needed  the Demon in a good mood.<br/><br/>Strapped and ready to go Vero left his room and turned to a room not to far from his sniffing slightly as he stood in front of it.<span style="font-style: italic">"Gunpowder"</span>, "Claire don't meet us when your ready. I should be long" he said through the door before leaving and headed into deeper parts of the tavern.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Here liar liar pants on fire"</span>Vero called in his head. As the Demon sought out lies or at least a liar. The sound of delicate purring sounded in his head, the Demon was sensing Lies. A smile formed on Vero's lips as he walked in the direction of a lingering light of candle from under a door. The slight echoing sound of voices coming from inside.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">"Truth"</span></span>the Demon whispered in excitement. With a wide grin Vero smiled, righted himself up before his boot beat into the door's handle with a crash. Breaking the door in one quick kick he smiled at the men playing cards at a round table.<br/><br/>Quickly looking over the men as he walked in they were the kind you couldn't rub two coins together without them knowing it. "So who's not the liar in this little game" he asked placing his hand's on the tale making it creak under his weight. The men watched him warily  one quickly stood his chair sliding back against the wooden floor. His beady black eyes narrowed on Vero "I don't know what you have been drinking fool, but this here is a game of honor. The man puffing out his chest as he tried to appear bigger than Vero, he wasn't.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">"Lies"</span></span>The Demon spat in anger. "I am the fool, you are not the fool my friend" translation 'I'm not the fool, you're the fool stranger'. Vero couldn't help but laugh at the scene. The two other card player's exchanged glances making Vero's smile grow. "So then it's not these lovely men" he said placing a large hand on each of the men's shoulders. Both looked up at Vero narrow eyes zeroing in on him.<br/><br/>"So you're not cheating him in this game of cards?" his brow raised as his asked the question. They both shook their heads in unison.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">"Truth"</span></span>purred the Demon. Vero placed his  head back as he could feel the pressure from the Demon lighten, his muscles untighten and relax and fill with strength. Vero sighed in the pleasure of it.<br/><br/>"No thanks to the both of you, I am not feeling much better. Here let me not thank you " Quickly his hands gripped there hand''s and bashed them both together, knocking them unconscious. Both men falling sprawled out along the wooden floor.  Extra card's littered the floor the one innocent man's mouth gaped open in anger.<br/><br/>"My job is not done, so I won't be leaving. Don't take care of yourself now" Vero replied as he shifted through the unconscious men's pocket's. Grabbing hold of what money they had handing it over to the man. The man of course wore a very confused expression on his face. Vero's face was becoming clearly agitated as his hand shook with the money clearly offering the money in silence to the man. With a shaky hand the man reached out grabbing the money and backing away quickly.<br/><br/>Shaking his head Vero left the seedy underbelly and made his way back to the door of the tavern. Leading outside. The light echo of rain trickled here and there Vero pulling over his black hood of his vest. His heavy steps leading to the large Oak tree.