[b][Moments Ago...][/b]
The Chef wandered about his kitchen, his once jovial face strained with anger, his long braid thrown around his neck like a noose. His eyes were greedy, angry slits, pupils and irises barely visible despite the bloodshot scleras being perfectly visible. "You call that food?" He asked one of the cooks, arms crossed and judgement in his eyes. "I call that a bucket of dung! Make it again!" He shouted, slapping the poor boy upside the head. He continued to go around and berate his cooks, until the door opened. The face of an irate chef was replaced with a kind, pleasing expression. In came Sess, his steps powerful strides with the grace of a jungle cat. The young man, with long white hair bound into a high horsetail with thick locks falling about his face, perfectly groomed for a stylish swordsman.

"Ah! Master Sess!" The Chef greeted, looking over the strangely dressed swordsman. "What can I do for you? Was there a problem with my stew?"

Sessamaru stared at the Chef with eager, hungry eyes. "Actually, Master Chef," Sessamaru began, his nose twitching trying to follow the scent of the stew. "I'm here to get the rest of the stew for the road."

"Oh, I'm sorry, but I can't let you do that," the Chef frowned, his squinting eyes opening slightly to glance at large pot. "This is meant to feed the entire tavern."

Sess, not listening, approached the pot. It was still steaming and the aroma nearly carried the youth. "I'll pay you back when I return from my mission, Master Chef." Sessamaru told him, grabbing the pot.

The Chef's gentle expression faded into fury, and picking up the nearest rolling pin. "Leave [i]my[/i] kitchen, mutt!"

"Gladly!" Sessamaru said cheerfully, only to be bashed in the head with a rolling pin by the Chef. Sessamaru yelped and ran, holding to deer life as he attempted to the door.

"Stop him, you idiots!" The Chef cried, forcing the cooks to react, grabbing kitchenware and throwing it at Sess. Knives, pots, pans, plates, tomatoes, amongst other things were thrown, only for Sess to beeline his way out the door. The Chef and the cooks took chase, shouting out threats all the while.

[b][Sessamaru][/b]
Sessamaru rubbed the back of his head as he made his through the inner ring of the city, searching for Naida's house. He didn't know it, but he was going the wrong way and was on a path towards the exit leading to the city's middle ring. "Ouch, that really hurt..." Sess mumbled, wincing as his hand ran along the bump. He sighed, looking around. "I told him I would pay him back. He didn't have to hit me!" He whined. However, the half-breed was happy that his hunger was sated, though he could have went for a dessert. Although, even the bakery would run out of food if he decided to grab something.

"Ah well!" Sess said cheerily, letting his arms rest at his side. "I could probably get a snack on the island. Perhaps Miss Naida could help, too?" All the while, he found himself more and more lost, only stopping for a brief second to take a look around. With a sigh, he continued his path, only to be stopped by Miss Naida.

"Are you ready?" She asked him, and Sess couldn't help but smile widely and nod.

"Of course!"

However, Azzrix approached them. Sessamaru found himself somewhat drawn to the ratman, as though he was a good person to rely on in case of danger. Though, Sess also knew the man for what he was: a thief. Nevertheless, Sessamaru had nothing of value upon his person, save for his katana that had survived the many centuries since the Great War. "Of course you may join us, Master Azzrix," Sess chimed in without a second thought. This would be his very first [i]adventure[/i] that did not involve being a lonely wanderer. The thought of friends being at his side from beginning to end filled the half-breed with much warmth, melting away the solitude that he had experienced since his birth.

A very joyous day, indeed.