Kip was one of the first into the tavern, cupping a tankard of apple cider morosely and wishing she was old enough to get well and truly drunk.  Sighing, she took a sip of her cider and looked down at her latest purchase; a journal, aged pages bound in what looked like leather.  Flipping it open, she equipped a pen and started to write.

[color=0054a6][i]Matsuta - a party member, for less then a day.  He was killed when a monster lured him away from the group.  May he rest in peace.[/i][/color]

Closing the journal and returning it and her pen to her inventory, Kip gulped down the rest of her cider and thumped the tankard onto the table.  [color=0054a6]"Another!"[/color]  She called, her voice strong despite her despondent attitude.

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TsuMeTai, on the other hand, was going through the market, looking for a place where he could get a scythe.  It took a while, but eventually he found one, plain and serviceable and completely black.  It wiped out a good portion of his funds, but it was worth it.  Unequipping his sword and shield, he equipped the scythe and weighed it thoughtfully.  A grim smile crossed his face and he nodded once.  It would be a good weapon.  Now he needed to try it out.

A glance toward the sky changed his mind.  With his sword, TsuMeTai knew he could defend himself well enough to stay alive.  With an entirely new weapon?  He would need some practice before he went out in the dark, alone.  No one said he couldn't accustom himself to the weapon, though.  Finding an empty alley, he gave the scythe a few practice swings.  The style was completely different from a sword, but he thought he could get used to it fairly quickly.