Aura's sleepy eyes opened wide into Abaddon's sleeve for a split second as the young man began to speak, but as those nastier words started to roll out she decided against making it known she'd just spurred awake. In fact, that would be cruel! The last thing little Aura wanted was anybody to get all apologetic or feel guilty, so she would 'sleep' through the scene, acting as if she were finding a more comfortable part of the gunslinger's arm to tuck her head into with the most blissfully cute look on her face.

...Aura couldn't help but wonder what these words meant! All she knew is she'd had her mouth sealed shut for a week by a magic rune once for asking what the F-word meant. It really [I]was[/I] an innocent question! A teacher just happened to stroll past the group of curious kids as Aura spoke.

Rei shrugged at their gunslinging companion with a faint smirk, "So we'll ask around the mages in Drachenvice, see what we can find. Hopefully get a location, or some acquaintances locations. Hopefully it won't come down to any interrogation. Heck, it would be nice to just catch Saren off guard in the capital... If he's there." Her eyes fell away from the others as she leaned back in the chair, relaxing.

Before it got too quiet, the young lady forced a smile and looked around the table. "So... What do Avanim, Liqian and Magiya people do for fun? Mages projects sound.. hm.. interesting, Craïs. Why don't you start?" Rei shrugged again. Damn it, someone had to start a casual conversation! It was this or sleep. And it was far too early to sleep! ...For four of the team.

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As the Morallean bunch sat in their quiet corner of the tavern, a hooded figure walked in, two trickles of neck-length fiery red hair rested on each side of her collar. She very briefly glanced in the direction of the odd group, her paler red cheek tattoo flashing in the light of the indoor lamps. For now, her face remained hidden. If Craïs noticed, there was a faint tremor in the air around the hooded woman. Pressure. It felt... hot. What Rei took notice of was the woman's sword. Katana. Black saya, with gold decorations. It rang a bell somewhere in the back of her mind, but for now she ignored it. Samurai people weren't all confined to the Shirokaze territory. Many chose to live as mercenaries, exotic sellswords whose skill outmatched more typical armoured soldiers and the like. Who was Rei to judge? ...Lady Shirokaze, actually! But she wouldn't go throwing her title around, especially not at some random, possibly dangerous traveler.

"Some of that famous Drachenvice whiskey, pal." The hooded woman spoke casually to the innkeep. Her voice was warm and young. It was probably more comparable to Abaddon's accent than anyone else's. Not quite a Mage, not quite one of the Samurai... A unique person, to say the least. Already the pressuring aura around her began to ease off. The young woman took a seat at the bar and slid some coins over to the man for the drink, but far too many for a single glass of whiskey...

"I'll be stayin' the night, too."