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[color=FIREBRICK][b][h3]MALAKAUS FIREBELLY[/h3][/b][/color][/center]

[color=firebrick]”New experiences eh? That’s fair. Even I’ve considered trying my hand in other crafts, at least before I’m called to duty once more.”[/color] Malakaus had always considered picking his his father’s skills at the forge. He knew enough about metal working to maintain his equipment, given time and tools, but to craft something as simple as a knife wasn’t something he knew how to do too well. Assuming his retirement doesn’t involve a copious amount of death and dying, Malakaus could see himself retiring as a smith, making tools and occasionally weapons for young men looking to make a fortune.

More telling, Orgos wished to be a knight. That was good; orc have had a  bad reputation as marauders and murderers among the demi-humans, so having a few as knights ought to improve their public image. [color=firebrick]”Do you know? That’s most admirable! I started my training as a knight while I was still young, but through honorable deeds I’m sure you can obtain such an honor one day.”[/color]

But now back to the young girl, Vivi. She was being most amicable allowing them into her home. She was even willing to fetch Vesta for him, though it’d probably be faster if Malakaus found her instead. [color=firebrick]”I’m afraid that I am in a hurry, so if we could meet her as soon as possible, that would be for the best.”[/color] Malakaus bowed his head once more and donned his helmet. While it might be a bite rude to hide his face to his host, Malakaus was in a hurry and he could never be too sure what might happen at a moment’s notice. The time it took for him to don his helmet in the head of battle could be all the time needed to lop off said head.

[@Lunarlors34][@Claw2k11]

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[color=FORESTGREEN][b][h3]ATISHA ELUVIAN[/h3][/b][/color][/center]

If the human from before succeeded at doing anything, it was making Atisha laugh at his foolishness. When he claimed to not be stupid like other patrons Atisha fired off a quip. [color=forestgreen]”So instead of being a fool, you simply have a deathwish.”[/color] then the man tried to ask a question. Atisha was barely giving him any attention until the man was about to ask about a masked somebody. In that moment, something in Atisha’s mind hurt her. It was like a migraine but worse. Like someone was put a hose inside her head and was filling it with water until her skull would burst. Atisha nearly screamed and lashed out if it weren’t for the arrival of more strangers.

The arrival of even more people was starting to bother Atisha. She had come here to drink, not for socialization. The human who dared approach her was being particularly obtuse, and if it wasn’t for the arrival of the armored figure Atisha would have slit the man’s throat in her pain. Fortunately it seemed to have distracted her pain, so all Atisha did was glare at all the newcomers. 

The only solace this party brought was the armored man offering to buy drinks for her. She had no intention of returning the favor, but as long as he was paying then Atisha was going to keep drinking. Slamming her mug onto the counter Atisha looked to the barkeep. [color=forestgreen]”Topshelf. On his coin.”[/color] Atisha pointed her chin towards the armored man. Giving the man another look, he looked silly. Skulls and horns might scare superstitious children, but to Atisha they were gaudy and a sure sign that someone was trying to look more fearsome than they were. Atisha was half-tempted to hang some holiday decoration on the man’s horns just to make a point, but simply decided to drink her new, more expensive ale.

When the giant arrived to give his warning Atisha didn’t bother to look at him, and instead wordlessly raised her middle finger in his general direction. She was too busy draining her flagon of ale, which was actually quite nice. A very smooth and full taste, cool yet spicy, just the way she liked it. When the spirit wolf and elf of all things showed up however, that’s when Atisha started to take things a bit more seriously. She had heard that out of all the Demi-humans, the elves were hurt the hardest. Atisha’s own hometown was a testament to that, and during all her travels she has never met another elf, nor has should found even the remains of any elven village. For the longest time Atisha almost thought she was the only elf left alive. But seeing this one standing before her, in the flesh, made Atisha wonder what sort of company that girl kept that she’d stay in a place like this.

The elf’s name was Blanc, if what the wolf said was true. Hearing the name jogged some memories in Atisha’s head, followed by another migraine. Her thoughts were jumbled, but… She swore she heard the name before. Somehow, from someone. She was certain it was from Malakaus, but she couldn’t determine why. Atisha needed to talk to this girl. Alone. Turning towards the man from before Atisha drained her stein and put her mask back on. [color=forestgreen]”If you want to know about masked men, why don’t you ask this one? Maybe he’s the one you’re looking for.”[/color] She pointed towards the armored man with the horns. 

Turning to the spirit wolf Atisha motioned for him to follow. [color=forestgreen]”I was just about to grab some food as well. I believe I heard them over here, if you’ll follow me.”[/color] Walking away from the bar counter Atisha headed in the direction of the girl who announced that lunch was ready.

[@Seirei No Hai][@Kitsune][@ZekariVoblis][@Zelosse]