The wooden stool supporting the blind man's weight creaked subtly as the bare armed man crossed sad arms across his chest, sitting with back straight and head lowered slightly, as if he were looking at the man opposite him from over the top of a pair of spectacles. A grin was on his lips as his right index finger tapped against the skin of his left arm, 'watching' the shaven-headed man and listening to his words carefully. Nomi too could still 'feel' the gentleman sitting on the nearby table still clutching at the dagger within his robes, but unlike the 'monk', he actually wanted to see what the patron of the tavern was going to do with it. Initial thoughts were that young man sitting with his friends was clutching said dagger out of fear for the 'conversation' between the blind man and his companion, but as time passed and the man called Jintaru calmed and centered himself, the dagger clutching stranger still held onto said weapon. It was hidden from view and it seemed not even his friends knew of his actions, but the 'monk' and the blind man were onto him.

[color=teal]”You have an associate? I find that hard to believe.”[/color]
Nomi leaned forth on his stool slightly, rocking the seat onto it's front two legs for a second as the silver-haired man took a closer 'look' at his old friend's face. He didn't seem to be lying, which wiped the grin from Nomi's face and caused him to raise an eyebrow in curiosity. His right hand unfolded itself from before his chest and the blindfolded man rubbed his first two fingers across his right cheek, tracing a scar he had there a few times. He appeared to be in thought for a moment, his mind wondering, working things out. As a gust of wind blew by, catching several strands of Nomi's long hair and blowing it across his face, the fingers tracing his scar swiftly snagged the hair from before his face and tucked it back behind his ear.
[color=teal]”A peddler of information... I might have to visit this 'Ornestoro' friend of yours.”[/color]
Both of the blind man's hands were plonked onto the table, rattling both the sake bottles and their respective cups gently. The noise caused the gentlemen at the nearby table to glance over their shoulders briefly but the smile on Nomi's face and the soft chuckling that followed, seemed to ease their minds.

[color=teal]”Don't you worry though my old friend. I have no desire to seek information about you. That would be a waste of time.”[/color]
Nomi said with a teasing grin. His grin faded as he noticed his 'friend' had tensed up slightly. Nomi turned his head in the rough direction of the three nearby men and he too noticed the tension between the dagger clutching patron and the jasmine-scented waitress. Jintaru was preparing himself to pounce if he had too. Fear was in the heart of the waitress as one of the three men took hold of her wrist, but as he eventually let her go and her footsteps carried her safely inside the tavern, Nomi couldn't help but grin once more towards the shaven-headed man.
[color=teal]”Would you be able to reach that man before he pulled his dagger before I could reach you to stop you?”[/color]
The question came from out of nowhere and the blindfolded man just 'stared' at the man opposite him as he relaxed after the small confrontation on the table nearby had subsided. Nomi was very curious to know if the 'monk' had kept up with his swordsmanship while he wandered the forests, or if he had laid his sword down ever since the war had ended. He must have fought during the war. Jintaru was a warrior through and through, a damned good one at that.

The silver-haired man's sentence did not go unheard by the man with the hidden dagger though, as he flinched as haunched his shoulders for the briefest of seconds. It appeared he pretended not to hear and quickly he picked up his chopsticks and dove into his meal, eating quickly and loudly, perhaps in an attempt to drown out Nomi's conversation with the shaven-headed man. Nomi just chuckled to himself and snatched his cup of sake from the table, drinking the sweet liquor down.
[color=teal]”I guess only a coward would carry a concealed weapon on them, wouldn't you agree?”[/color]
Nomi's voice had rose and his grin was getting wider. At the same time, the silver-haired man brought his left knee up and tapped the toes of his armoured boot against the pommel of Jintaru's sword, as if hinting at something. Was he speaking of the man on the table nearby, or of the man sitting in front of him? The blind man didn't seem to have a weapon on him at all. There was no sword at his waist, nothing on his back and there wasn't a blade to be seen resting against the table. The tightness of his sleeveless shirt revealed there was nothing hidden on his person either. His arms though, told stories of the battles he had been in from the scars and how well developed his muscles were. But where was his weapon?

[color=teal]”Did House Czentulu pay you for eliminating Ornestoro, but you took their gold and allowed the 'head of the serpent' to live? You're just as bad as I am, my old friend.”[/color]
As the 'monk' retrieved his pipe from his belongings and set about filling his pipe with herbs, Nomi moved himself. Reaching down to his right hand side, a satchel was propped up against his stool. The opening of the buckle on the front rustled softly as the leather cover was lifted open. The blind man's hand buried itself into the satchel, which was suspiciously well guarded for any prying eyes to peek inside. A second passed and the silver-haired man sat back upright where he pushed his hands towards the man opposite him. Pressing his hand down onto the table, part of an ancient scroll was revealed, with rotted edges and text in an unknown language. There was an image in the middle of the scroll though, a jet black crystal about six inches long and the shape of a kite, with the widest section about an inch across. Four faces were on the lower section below the widest part and six were on the top part. About two inches from the bottom were small notches were each of the faces met one another. Nomi sat forwards and rest his left elbow upon the table, his 'eyes' staring straight at the 'monk'.

[color=teal]”Do you know what this is?”[/color]
His tone was quizzical, testing. It sounded like Nomi knew of what the image was of and was simply seeing if the man opposite him did. A dark aura was coming from the paper, subtle and invisible to everyone who couldn't sense it, but to those training to use their senses for extraordinary feats would be able to detect it's presence. Nomi 'watched' the man before him like a hawk watched it's prey from the skies, waiting for an answer.