[center][b]Whimsical[/b] - [u]Starting City, Tavern[/u] - Floor 1[/center]

Whimsical didn't even had to look back to know it was Titan who had just stormed through the tavern, it was just his signature: Being brutish and intimidating. He was the kind of guy you'd not pick a fight with in a tavern, the kind of [i]biker[/i] who walked in with such confidence, that even other bikers felt useless. Yep, that sort of man. Great companion. As Titan approached Whimsical, inquiring about the boss meeting before leaning and asking if Whimsical would be going, the amber eyes focused up at Titan's face, a shrug of his shoulders being given as response before he raised a gloved hand and gestured towards a chair, nodding towards it. His gaze felt on the empty plate in front of him right after.

[b]"Take a seat, Titan."[/b] He spoke, pushing the plate to the side. He wasn't exactly sure about the meeting, himself. The woman who told him about it was highly... unreliable, nearly out of her mind. And there was the fact that she was being followed- for what, by who? The questions were quite difficult and Whimsical wasn't entirely sure he could trust her. Much less risk his companions' life trusting in a girl who could barely protect herself. Finally, coming to a conclusion which, in Whimsical's eyes was the most plausible one, the red-haired man looked up at the large man, managing a smile of sorts. [b]"I'm not entirely sure, Titan. The woman who told me about it was... inconsistent. Not exactly reliable; weak."[/b] He spoke the last word with a firm tone.

[b]"If we have the opportunity to fight this floor's boss, I would certainly be the first to march into combat. But I need to make sure it's not some sort of trap or self assigned death sentence."[/b]