<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/e4/d3/6b/e4d36bd0b51d54b20556f5ec74997243.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>Name:</strong> Xenyora Kytahn (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=332525.msg15851579#msg15851579)<br/><strong>Tier:</strong> <em>Green</em><br/><strong>Level:</strong> 1<br/><strong>Job Class:</strong> Monk<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Day 1, Late Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Sky Docks &gt; Food Stalls<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Geb, Shiloh, Alanis <br/><strong>Mentioned:</strong> Fellow Path Walkers, Feyrun, Multiple NPC's</span><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> As one of the final airships (https://i.pinimg.com/600x315/2e/62/2e/2e622e2bcec22ddaa8f700b8cf018038.jpg) to arrive for the tournament descended to the dry docks and moored into it's berth, the biggest, tallest, baldest man on the ship grinned. His fangs gleamed in the sun, and from his seat with his legs crossed on the deck, he jumped from a sitting position and landed on his feet. "Feyrun, we have arrived! Time to go!" His loud voice boomed over the ship, and a short while later, a red-furred creature with a flaming tail came out from below deck with a half gnawed chocobo drumstick in his mouth. What little luggage the Monks brought with them was going to be taken care of by the porters and taken to their quarters, so Xen didn't worry about that. <br/><br/>Instead he patted the head of his companion and told him to come along. Feyrun couldn't talk with his mouth full, so as he brutalized the drumstick, he just growled and went with his friend. Xen engaged in casual chat and banter with his fellow Walkers, and the few other warriors from Naravan who'd joined them, like the Okortan Brothers who had mastered ancient spear techniques passed down by some of the first defenders of Vajraana's independence. The group wasn't too far from the colliseum, and Xen arrived to the magnificent splendor of the arena with only a few minutes of walking. Upon entry, the visual displays, the amazing sounds, and the delectable fragrances were too much, and the Dragon Monk's tail unraveled from around his body and began to slowly wag back and forth ever so slightly. <br/><br/>By now the LeoWolf had finished his meal, so seeing Xen's extra appendage wagging around made him snicker before he said, "Getting excited are we, brother?" Xenyora didn't know what he meant until he looked down and back, then sighed and forcefully stopped his tail, wrapping it around him once again. "Be quiet. You know I can't help it sometimes. You do the same thing, the only difference is your tail's on fire."<br/><br/> The two bickered and joked with each other as they toured the arena, getting lost in the music and the splendor surrounding them. At one point, they passed a man who's body defied logic. Xen was tall, but he was <em>big</em> and round and...how was it possible he was that big? "A fruit eater?" Xen narrowed his eyes as he watched the glutton put away entire plates...with the plate and food still attached, in moments. It wasn't until he heard "Fruit, and everything else", from Feyrun that he looked away from the curiously morbid and disgusting sight, as he was barely able to hold in his laughter.<br/><br/>He got a bit turned around, and stopped at a Blacksmith for a moment to look at some truly wonderous (https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/soulcalibur/images/6/62/Kafziel.jpg/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/335?cb=20080806021216) and equally ludicrous (https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/darksouls/images/8/87/Smelter_Hammer_IG.png/revision/latest?cb=20150322062141) weapons, but nothing he used in combat, and nothing he could afford at the moment, so he nodded at the crafter's work, then continued on. Something sweet smelling caught the dragon man's nose, and Feyrun took a whiff of the air as well, following at his side. The scent stopped at a dessert stall with a colorful(literally in one case) group of people. An armored warrior with feathered wings, and probably a group of her companions. A woman with gray skin and white hair. <br/><br/>And another woman with white hair, but pale skin and was rather tall for a woman. The tall one was asking about where she could get her arrows sharpened. He walked right up and tapped her shoulder since she seemed to be remaining in her bow. Looking down at all of them, then focusing on her when she raised her head, he pointed down a row of stalls he'd come from. "If you go to the red stall on the corner that sells the wooden figures, turn right there, and three stalls down on the opposite row is a blacksmith. I didn't stay long, but his work looks high quality." Then he turned to the owner of the stall and flashed his badge. "Two of your finest treats for me and my friend here," he said while gesturing down to Feyrun. "I haven't had something sweet to eat since before we left Naravan." Funny enough, as the thought of confections ran through the LeoWolf's mind, his tail started to wag back and forth. "Hah!," Xen's deep voice boomed as he pointed at Fey's wagging tail, but caused his own to unravel and thud dully to the ground. "Must you be so childish, Xen?"<br/><br/> He rolled his eyes away from the Monk, who smirked and said. "So it's childish when I do it, eh, you scruffy beast?" "Yes, exactly! It's charming when it's me. Have you seen how adorable I can be?" At that point he realized that seeing a large man with scales and a tail bickering with a creature almost never seen away from their home territory might be strange, even in a place like this. So he decided to introduce himself. "Apologies for our rudeness. I am Xenyorah, a humble Monk and Walker of the Immortal Path. This is Feyrun, my best friend," he said with a gesture to the beast that was large enough to hold the Monks massive frame comfortably. "I see you all are competitors in the tournament as well. Good, you look <em>strong</em>. I look forward to seeing your skills in the arena, and I hope we can learn from each other in combat."<br/><br/></span><br/>