Arisu nodded as the waitress left with her order. She walked towards an empty table, and pulled out a chair. She picked up the end of her hair and sat down. Arisu set down her braids in her lap. If she didn't put her hair in her lap, when siting down, it piled up on the floor. And that was a pain to deal with. Arisu looked to her side at the table next to her's. There were three young men sitting there. One of them was wearing a tricone hat. Really, a tricone hat. Those went out of style a while ago. Even if you were a pirate, Arisu thought to herself.

Louis smiled, as he lead the trio's charge to the table the waitress had pointed out. Taking a seat, he glanced around the room, easily spotting a girl with long, long red hair, and wearing all black, "Who goes out in public like that?" Louis whispered to his crewmen, almost giggling to himself, as he pulled out all the money he had in his pocket. 21 copper pieces. He grimaced, "Lads, did you bring any of yer money from the ship onto land? Yer good friend Caesar is short a couple pieces of copper." He said, with a sheepish smile. Louis took his tricone, and placed it neatly on the table in front of him, allowing his him to scratch his hair.

Rarden followed his crew to the table, quickly finding a seat and following Louis' gaze to the person he was questioning the fashion of. She was certainly easy to spot, for the ferocity of her hair's coloration and the sheer volume of violent red standing out amongst the restaurant interior. "We're in foreign lands, captain," he said, turning away from the sight and writing it off as just that in his head. He wasn't a dreamer by any means, but a part of him still expected that they would see something outlandish, maybe even more so than a woman's long hair, in the journeys. Reality was not often up to par, and neither were his captain's manners, he discovered moments later when Louis emptied his pocket onto the table and came up short. He flinched, visibly, in his chair, both irked and intensely impressed by his captain. "Aye, Caesar," he said, reaching into his shorts and rummaging around for change. He stopped cold, staring wide eyed at the table a moment before resuming his search. There was nothing in the itchy interior of his pockets. Slowly, tremblingly, his gaze crept up to his captain. The liability had been him all along. Here Louis was, paying for their meal and the one to finally drop the ball was Rarden Tacklit. "Captain... I'm short," he rattled, and slowly turned to Fitch.

"Why, Mister Rarden, you're taller than me a think, if not the same height, you-" Louis was cut short as he saw the horrified look on Rarden's face, as he fully realized what the young man meant, "Very well, as is good lads. Yer Captain Caesar will figure something out." He said, his voice unwavering, and confident. On the inside, Louis had no idea what he was going to do, but he knew full well that Fitch didn't have a copper to his name. They'd eat, then figure out a payment method, "Surely an establishment such as the Salted Chicken would be willing to do a trade of sorts." Louis said, as he glanced around the restaurant.,

Arisu was sitting, listening, when she heard the men at the table next to her' talk about being short on money. She though for a bit before deciding to help them, if she did then she could ask them for a favor later. She dug out her pouch and tossed it towards the table they were sitting at. That would help them. And it would give Arisu a favor.

Dameon watched in shock as the tall redheaded girl tossed what he assumed to be a sizable sum of coin onto the table. Were they in cahoots? He had considered paying for the meal himself in order to gain their trust and perhaps earn his passage to Dayaman or Gorudo. This girl had quickly dashed all hopes for that however, and he was getting desperate. He briefly considered just running over and introducing himself, but thought better of it.

"Better to wait and see how this plays out" he thought, "I can't expose myself quite yet." He hunched lower and moved a few feet closer to the trio.

The captain figuring something out meant shenanigans but in all honesty now that he was in the hot seat it sounded like a better idea than it had as an imagined outcome on the street. Rarden nodded his approval of the captain's searching for a solution and followed the other man's gaze around the restaurant, on sure of what their of them was searching for. "That's right... we can barter some of the junk that's fallen off of the boat. Scrap value." He didn't believe it even as he said it. Some rotting wood wasn't going to get them far with a restaurant. As it turned out, their help was to come from above. A blur caught in the corner of his vision, and Rarden's head whipped around as a bag full of coins plopped down on their table with a metallic but muffled thud. By the sounds of things it was covering a lot more than the three copper they were short but... maybe they were expected to send the excess back. That was polite, wasn't it? "Look, captain. The locals have taken pity on us," he said, already trying to figure out just what about their little group set them apart from all of the other folk trying to buy a meal. "I think your hat is winning us friends," Rarden concluded.

Louis traced his eyes to where the pouch had came from, looking over to the gracious woman, "Many a thanks, ma'am." Louis said with a smile, as he looked down at the pouch, "You've made three adventurers very happy!" He said, as he pulled three coppers from the pouch, and placed it on the table, and pocketed the other pouch, with a straight look on his face, "Anything we can do to thank you, miss?" He asked, as he imagined all the things they could buy for the ship with the extra money. Maybe they could pay for an actual flag to be made for them, so they wouldn't be a flagless vessel.

When the man pocketed Arisu's pouch she scowled.
"I wasn't giving the rest of my money to you. So hand over my money. I was merely giving you enough money to buy food. I need money for my food as well," she told Louis. Why had she bothered giving them money. This trouble wasn't worth a favor at all. He was just a sly bastard who stole her money. Arisu did know that she had stolen a bit of that money, but she hadn't stolen all of it, and what she hadn't stolen she had earned with hard work.

Rarden's head looked back and forth between the woman and Louis as the man pocketed the moneybag. Finally, the reaction he fearfully felt was coming arrived and immediately he looked away from the girl to stare at his captain. In truth, that was part of the risk you took throwing a whole bag of money onto someone else's table. Especially a table crewed by a starving crew of reject sailors who hadn't seen a chicken live or salted in a long time. However, making a scene would have been poor form, he couldn't even begin to contemplate the negative possibilities of such an incident. He put his hand out to Louis, because he figured the man wasn't going to hand the bag back himself. "C'mon uh... Caesar. Let's count ourselves well off for having found a charitable stranger and return the money." He offered a fragile, feigned smile to the stranger in an effort to buy time before he resumed giving Louis a pleading glare. With any luck, nobody in the restaurant would even notice.

Louis smirked back, with childish like mannerisms, digging his hand into his pocket. He turned back to the friendly woman, and tossed the pouch back, "A joke." He said, chuckling slightly, desperately hoping not to earn the kind woman's ire, "So, madam, what be yer name?" Louis had never seen a woman quite like her. Louis had grown up mainly around Dorthan, and had only scarcely seen other races where he grew up, but he had heard plenty of stories and descriptions to make a well-enough guess that the woman was in fact not Dorthan.

Arisu caught the pouch that Louis threw at her.
"My name is Arisu Akira," she told him. "What's yours?"
While she was sitting and talking Arisu's wings had been folded against her back, but she was getting tired of keeping them folded. So Arisu slowly unfurled her wings, careful not to hit anything.

Relief crept over him as the boss decided to hand back the money. Rarden lowered his hand and smiled faintly at their good fortune. They were moored, fed, and apparently they'd even picked a fair port for their escapades. The faraway world had always been to him, a place of extreme grit and danger and their inexperienced selves had wandered into friendly company and cheap food. His musings were utterly quelled when he noticed the wings slowly beginning to protrude from the woman, now introduced as Arisu. Of course, he'd heard of them before, but seeing one up close was a rarity. Ever concerned, he caught himself staring from the corner of his eyes and stopped, fixating on Louis and wondering how he planned on introducing himself. If their incident in the dock had proven anything, it's that maybe the world wasn't ready for the 'Caesar' thing, especially since even his crew member wasn't.

Fitch, surprisingly, had remained silent through the frantic search for coin, primarily because he was flat broke. Thankfully, the woman that Louis had noticed before saved them from having to barter with the waitress. Fitch caught himself staring at the woman as she introduced herself, noticing the wings. Being a dirt poor fisherman hadn't led him to meet many people from outside Dorthan, and this fact was apparent on his face. Louis thanked the woman after eventually returning the money. Fitch, always one to appreciate a favor, decided to thank the woman. With a lack of grace that would impress a bull in a glass house, he blurted out. "Aye, thank you Miss Arisu. Reginald Fitch The Second. Fitch for short. I like your hair." He grinned widely, tousling his own crimson mop, and managing to interject his opinion both without being spoken to, and in a manner that interrupted his captain.

"Shut up, Mister Fitch." Louis said, as he was interrupted by his partner, before he could start his own introduction, "Captain Caesar, if you will, ma'am." Louis said with a polite smile, "What's a fine lady like yourself doing in this town?" Louis added, obviously trying his best to put on some charm to make him seem less like a cheap bastard, and more like a well-learned captain of the seas. The woman had paid for their meals, which earned her more respect than Louis had for Fitch, or Rarden in this particular situation.

"I live here. I earn money performing magic tricks and generally live a peaceful life. What about you, why are you here?" Arisu asked the captain. It appeared that he was trying to make himself look a bit better. She looked at his crew mates, if that's what they were, and noticed that. Fitch was carrying a harpoon.
"Fitch, why are you carrying a harpoon? Is it so that if you have a problem you can throw a harpoon at it?" She asked Fitch.

Dameon's eavesdropping had finally paid off. The boy in the hat had introduced himself as "captain" which almost certainly meant he had a ship. In addition, this "Caesar"seemed to be brash, foolhardy, and just a tad bit ignorant of subtleties, which meant he would be a perfect candidate to take Dameon wherever he needed to go... for the right price. The redheaded boy with the harpoon seemed harmless enough, based on his introduction to the girl that had the characteristic awkwardness that only 20 year old men can produce. The only one who might be trouble was the last boy, who seemed to be more level-headed and savvy than his counterparts.

The time had come to make his introduction, yet Dameon knew that the crew could be suspicious if he simply approached them... he needed to somehow get on their good side quickly.

He beckoned the waitress to come over to his table.

Fitch frowned a bit when Louis told him to shut up. "I'm sorry captain, just trying to make a bit of conversation." He chuckled. He smirked when Arisu commented on the harpoon. He turned in his chair and took on a tone that he thought made him sound more intelligent. This thought, of course, was entirely false. "Well, you see, Miss Arisu, there are certain problems that can only be solved with a harpoon. I mean, let's say you come face to face... face to beak... tentacle... anyway, so say there's this kraken, right? Well, what you do is, you chuck this harpoon right into his eye, see, and he dies, and then you've solved your kraken problem!" He beamed, his cheeks a bit rosy from all the rum he'd drank. "Harpoons are quite useful."

A well-dressed gentleman, with the same apron as the other employees and agreeably much taller and lankier than Blutwald, came within vicinity of their table, him a blur of navy blue hair as he weaved his way through the restaurant to the party seated at Louis's table. He, with a freehand, relieved his other of the weight of a tray of food and drinks, and gently, albeit with some wobbling of the hand handling the tray, placed Louis and his crew's order before them. With a nod to them all gathered, he enthused, "Enjoy the meal." The waiter fixed his glasses on his thin face and flat nose, and he left to the kitchen again. As such, the group would find it apparent they needed to leave their payment on the table upon departure.

Louis chuckled during the entirety of Fitch's explanation of his harpoon, before piping up, "Mister Fitch here is on the hunt for legendary sea creatures, ma'am, please excuse his nature." He explained, with a smirk facing Fitch, obviously just poking fun. Soon enough, the food was brought and laid in front of them, "Thank you very much, sir!" Louis replied to the waiter's typical 'enjoy your meal'. Within moments of the waiter turning to walk away, Louis started to tear into the food in front of him, enjoying the solid meal. Even back on Dayaman, it was rare to have a meal this well made, in such a nice atmosphere.