Panicked breaths permeated quickly through the large room as Beringer's brow wrinkled harshly. After a few moments, he opened his eyes, his bleary vision dashing about the room before calming down. [i]"This again?"[/i] Waking up suddenly from a dream, Beringer could only grasp his bearing at a slow rate, looking down to the arm cast across his chest under the thin sheets of the sizable bed. With eventual understanding and recollection, he realized he had participated in a banquet and landed himself in the bed of the lord's daughter. Looking over, Beringer confirmed her appearance, brushing stray strands of hair out of the way of her face. With a satisfactory nod, he nimbly slipped out from under her grasp and quickly dressed himself, his lame leg offering very little resistance to his practiced movements. Placing the mask from the bedside table onto his face, Beringer walked to the balcony, looking over the side of the railing. It was on the second level of the manor, hanging over the well kept garden.

Without a single second thought, Beringer jumped down from the balcony, landing heavily on the mulched ground before walking out of the manor from the garden. His first destination was a bar to which he could relax and enjoy a morning drink. The crystallization of his leg had yet to seize his leg, thus it showed very little in his stride beyond a slight rotation of the hip to compensate for the increased weight. His features showed his content for the morning weather, however, they were hidden behind his opaque mask. Beringer was fairly well off in his current state, he had recently taken on a few chore jobs as well as having completed a Type 2 demon subjugation, he had plenty for living expenses, including a few drinks.
"Vi'Zur Tavern, huh?"
Beringer entered with a light push of the door. His masked gaze took in his surroundings, without much thought, he glanced over the entire tavern before taking a seat at one of the far tables, ordering some ale and leaning back in his chair. However, even as the ale had arrived, Beringer never removed his mask, only raising the lower brim to his mouth so that he had just enough room to drink. After a short while, a small commotion occurred between a girl and a group of Stormbringers, followed by the intervention of authoritative redhead. Beringer judged both girls to be of very good appearance, and considered placing himself among them despite the trouble, but he decided to simply wait and see, standing with his nearly empty glass and downing the rest. He lowered his mask back down to wrap about his chin, his hand resting on the pommel of his blade as he sauntered forward at a slow rate, approaching the group of commotion without any circumstance or purpose.