The sun's rays were getting warmer still as the fiery orb within the heavens flew higher and higher into the sky. Less people were passing the tavern now, as the heat was starting to get a little comfortable. Mostly for those who were moving their wares or patrolling the road in their armour. A small handful of other patrons had arrived at the tavern and disappeared inside, not even giving the two men at the outside table a second glance. Both cheers and laughter rang from within the wooden building which seemed to help wash away the tension within the air. The group of three men sitting nearby had stopped looking over their shoulders and had resumed their own drinks, chatting amongst themselves. They were still slightly on edge though, one of them still softly clutching the handle of a dagger that was hidden inside his shirt. Not with murderous intent, but out of worry, maybe even fear. If he got jumpy at the sound of one man raising his voice, he would not do well if he were called up for war.

As a small smirk appeared on the blind man's lips, he moved his left hand to pick up his empty sake bottle and place it carefully to one side. Then he took hold of the second bottle he ordered and used it to fill up his cup again. As he returned the bottle to the table, he twisted it around slightly, listening to the bottom of the clay bottle scratch softly on top of the wooden table.
[color=teal]”Yes, I think I have overused the 'blind man' card too much these days.”[/color]
The scar across his eyes, mostly hidden by the blindfold, was proof enough that the man could not see anything, but the way he moved his hands and was able to find his sake bottle, pour himself a drink and consume said liquor without spilling a drop, might have told another story. Maybe he was just used to not having his eyes available to him and could simply remember where he had left things? His head rose up until he were looking back towards the man sitting opposite him.
[color=teal]”But enough of 'knowing' about me. What I wonder, is why your head appears to resemble that of a monk whom has started a pilgrimage and forgot to bring a dagger with him.”[/color]

Gently, Nomi picked up his cup and emptied the contents into his mouth. He held his head up, nose pointing towards the sky as he felt the flavour of this fresh sake coat his tongue and his throat. He let out a satisfied 'ahhh' as the small white cup was returned to the table. Nodding his head a handful of times, the silver-haired man approved as he brought his head back down and allowed a pleased smile to spread across his lips.
[color=teal]”It's been a long time since I have tasted sake as good as this... Perhaps I'll buy a couple bottles for the road.”[/color]
He said aloud, not caring if the shaven-headed man was listening to him. He knew he was. Nomi knew that the man sitting opposite him would not be able to truly relax while in the blind man's presence. Nomi rested both his hands on the table, his fingertips tracing the lines of the wood, his fingertips subtly scratching at the natural material. Ever since the shaven-headed man had sat down, Nomi had kept his hands on the table, in view of his 'old friend'. He wasn't here to start a fight and so kept his hands in sight, away from his own weapon.

Curiosity was certainly growing within the silver-haired man though as he listened to the man opposite him call the waitress over. She did appear nervous, more so ever since Nomi's company had arrived. The blind man didn't look her way. He instead kept his face towards his drink and the man sitting with him. As the young man walked away to carry out the shaven-headed man's request, Nomi cocked an eyebrow and turned his right ear towards the man opposite him slightly. War never ends? He was correct. Even though it seemed the kingdom was at peace, somewhere out there, a man was plotting revenge for his fallen lord. One day, blades of steel would be drawn, arrows would rain from the sky like rain and... if the Gods were truly unhappy, those of the magical nature would get involved and set the very heavens themselves on fire.
[color=teal]”And we'll see more before our time on this world is done.”[/color]
His voice was dark and heavy, a sinister smirk spreading from ear to ear. It felt as though Nomi's own aura was growing with darkness, spreading thicker and wider like fog and consuming everything around him. But as quickly as the blind man's voice had turned, did this feeling vanish, returning what was normal, back to normal. A trick of the mind, a display of Nomi's power without him actually doing anything.

As the young man from the tavern approached, Nomi took up his sake bottle and poured himself another drink. He 'looked' to the man opposite him as he heard the plish of fresh sake in a fresh bottle being placed down onto the table. So he'd drink his own but not that which was offered to him? The 'monk' had his reasons and Nomi just grinned subtly and paid it no mind. Once the boy had understood what was asked of him and headed on his way, Nomi was impressed with the boy, which he revealed with several soft nods of his head.
[color=teal]”The boy wasn't boasting. He truly is fast. You think his arms are as agile as his legs?”[/color]
The blind man asked before he straightened his posture from being leaned to the right as he 'watched' the boy start his journey towards the city in the distance. He heard the 'monk' opposite him gather up his own bottle of liquor and pour himself a drink, swallowing it as if he had not drank anything for months. Nomi remained as solid as a statue once more, refusing to drink his own cupful of sake at the same time. The blind man did grin however when asked what it was he wanted. Nomi leaned forth slightly, his stool creaking under his body weight.
[color=teal]”I want to know what you want with Ornestoro, in the Tattered Standard.”[/color]