[b][Sessamaru][/b]
The swordmage simply lay there, agonizing over the thought of food. He was too hungry to notice Rimau and Rouen, and barely did he pay attention to Naida. His stomach roared again, a sound a glutton would make when its food was taken away before it could have the first bite. An angry, demanding sound his stomach made. It didn't take very long for Naida to return with food. His ears twitched eagerly, his nostrils flaring at the scent, and when the food was put down, Sessamaru nearly attacked the bowl. However, he stopped himself, spoon upraised for a downward, diagonal thrust. "Uh..." he began, frozen in his pause. It took much self-control for him to regain his composure, sit himself upright, and turn to Naida.

"Thank you very much, Miss Naida." The dearmadta-hybrid amended. Without further hesitation, he went back to his savage, yet well-formed thrust, attacking the stew with a viciousness reserved only for starving animals. He ate the entire bowl of stew swiftly before he raised it, a signal he demanded more. However, his tongue lolled, steam rising from it as blisters formed. [i]Too heavenly to surrender to the pain![/i] Sess thought, using it as an excuse to continue.

[b][Bernard][/b]
The burly barkeep watched the events transpire, his dismal expression overshadowed with a sense of... annoyance. The knight, the one-armed hunter, and the winged-human girl caught the most of his attention. Before he could intervene, which he truly had no intention of doing, the event ended on a peaceful note. With a nod to Historia, the barkeep wandered to an ice-box he had stashed beneath the bar and grabbed a blue bottle, roughly 20 ounces. For the first time in... well, [b][i]FOREVER[/i][/b]... Bernard approached Historia and popped the cap, sitting it before her. "Fizzy. Non-alcoholic. Sweet. House." He told her, turning in time to see Katelia throw her dagger into a wall. With a grimace, he waved a hand, the dagger in the wall sinking into it as though it were water, only to have it reappear point first immediately after the sinking. The dagger shot out of the wall with such speed and precision that it hit the floor by Kat's feet. The barkeep gave her a stern glare, his frown deep with disapproval. With nothing more to say, he wandered back over to the bar, slapping the back of Viggo's head as he made his way back to his post. Once there, he continued to act as the sentinel of the bar.

[b][Priest][/b]
The black haired cleric made his way through the crowd of people that now flooded the streets, holding close to his chest a bundle of papers. This was Priest, a tall, black-haired man with half-moon glasses. His hair was long and tied into a ponytail, with a few strands falling in the front. He was fair-skinned and possessed eyes the color of robin eggs. He passed for handsome, despite being slender enough to hide behind a pole with ease, and wore a white long coat with blue trims. He wore white pants with knee-high boots of the same color, and a black turtleneck that could barely be seen by the high collar of the unique, custom coat given by the church. Upon his hands were white gloves.

In a hurry, he apologize and smiled to everyone he had to push past, which not a lot of people were in the way of Priest due to his affiliation to the church. It didn't take much longer for him to arrive at the Blue Moon Tavern, which he let out a relieved sigh. "Welp! Time to get to work!" Priest said cheerfully, approaching the door and pushing it wide open with a free hand. As he looked inside, he noticed a lot of familiar faces and a lot of new ones.

"[i]Gooooood morning, everyone![/i]" Priest said with a sing-song voice. "Isn't it just a wonderful day to be alive?" He asked, walking into the tavern and approaching the job board. "And a wonderful day to you, Mister Bernard!" Without further adieu, the cleric went about his business, pinning the papers he possessed onto the board. "It seems as though your Tavern is getting more popular by the day!" Priest laughed, working as he spoke.