Donny stopped drinking the putrid drinks that he called "Wine" and instead drank a slightly less putrid drink that passed as "Water". It was... Stale and plain, like it's been sitting in a bucket in the sun all day. Not the most pleasant drink but at least it didn't make his stomach churn over and over.

There was a few moments of silence between him and Maribel. Moments of quiet contemplation over what had happened and what was going on. [b][i]"Alright. Reality check: My name is Donny Lee Yang. I... I had a family, before I left them. I know that much. Let's see... I think... I think I worked on machines. Machines. Maaaaachines. Or rather just metal stuff? I don't really remember what I made before if anything at all... I remember gears and springs. Lockets. These skills might be useful. I remember what else... Darts. Bottles, balls, I threw things a lot. Hmm. I wonder where I learned those skills from. And these,"[/i][/b] Donny looked at his waist to see the axe, dagger, and rope. [b][i]"I chose these for a reason. The rope is familiar to me; I used it a lot. The knife's a knife and does what a knife does. As for the axe... Hmm. I guess I'm just partial to it. But what does this mean? Was I some sort of... Woodsman? An inventor? And how would I end up here?"[/i][/b]

Sipping his water Donny felt a chill come into the tavern. He wrapped his coat tighter around his body. He noticed Maribel looking at him, as if she expected him to do something. At first Donny wasn't sure why she was looking at him and smiled at her. But quickly he realized that if Maribel was looking at him so expectantly, something was about to go down. Sure enough shortly after he smiled at her a new person came in. 

[quote=Roless][b]“Good morning meatsacks! Which one of you is a Hunter?!”[/b][/quote]

Donny looked at the fellow. He could easily see his armament; a large pistol, some sort of gatling gun, and a folding spear. He seemed like more the hunter then Donny, and if he had to guess he was likely one of the local inhabitants. Still, Donny didn't answer the boisterous fellow. As far as Donny knew, he wasn't a hunter. Just a stranger. A nobody. [b]"Morning? It's the dead of night."[/b] Donny stood up and stretched his body out. Once he was nice and limber Donny flicked his wrist, and his axe was in hand. [b]"Ah well. Got a feeling that something exciting is about to happen. And I wanted to axe some questions anyways."[/b] This was going to be a long night.