Standing here, this close to 'Taru the Unkillable' actually sent a slight shiver down the young man's spine. This man was literally said to be unkillable, hense his name. Sure, it was obvious really since there would only really be one way to earn such a title, but it was the whole meaning behind that title which was what gave the brown-haired youth the chills. 'Unkillable'. Immortal. Indestructible. He looked like any other person who had seen the sharp side of a sword one too man times, but being this close, seeing how hard and deep some of those scars were, it was clear evidence that this man was no 'ordinary' person. The mage glanced down and paid close attention to the Shaven Headed Man's hands as he refilled his pipe. That was a nice pipe. Simple in design and it was often the simple designs that lasted the longest, and the green-eyed man's sharp orbs took notice of the blunt and worn patches of stone that lined the bowl of his pipe. This pipe had been well used. Keeping his eyes on Taru the Unkillable's hands, the mage was able to get a little bit more information from this guy. He had the hands of a warrior, one used to gripping all manner of weapons, but a sword was the weapon of choice. That and those meathooks themselves. They were strong hands but were capable of the finest movements. He'd make an equally skilled artist and maybe even a doctor with hands like those. Perhaps he already was?

[color=006800]"Mixture?"[/color]
The mage queried before he leaned in half a foot and took a slightly stronger sniff of the air, now that there was fresh 'mixture' in the pipe of the Unkillable. Yes, there was certainly a mixture of herbs in there. Root Sage, dried Needle-Cap and... there was something else in there. Something rare... possibly even illegal, but it was hard to tell with those other flavours as well as Frowthorn in the air. Standing back up straight and folding his left arm across his chest, gripping his right elbow and tapping at his chin with his right hand in thought for a moment, the brown-haired mage nodded in agreement.
[color=006800]"Okay sure, the mixture will do."[/color]
As he waited for a pitch to be spared, the tavern door opened again and the mage glanced over towards the newcomer, raising an eyebrow at his bright blonde hair. That's an unusual colour, certainly not often seen here in Dalvestre. He carried a foreign air about him. His clothes looked odd and as this stranger asked for drink, so was his taste in beverage. His accent was not from these parts either. Yasuo leaned back slightly and look note of the unusual weapon strapped to this stranger's back, before he leaned forth and placed both hands onto the bar top, squinting at his face.
[color=006800]"A big tough guy like you, ordering a woman's drink like that? Definitely a foreigner. How'd [i][b]you[/b][/i] manage to get past the city guards? I heard the Emperor was looking for real warriors."[/color]

The green-eyed youth turned back to Taru and accepted the pitch of herbs, before nodding his head in thanks and returning to his own table with the short, mustache-wearing civilian. The mage peered at blondie for a moment as he went to sit down before focusing his full attention on the herbs. Grabbing his glass of water which the barkeep had brought over, the mage plonked the pinch of herbs within, watching as the dried Needle-Cap sunk down to the bottom as the rest of the mixture floating up top. Scooping the soaked herbs out, the mage quirked an eyebrow as he wondered what the third herb could be mixed within. Settling the mixture onto the table, the mage snapped his fingers over the sodden herbs as a spark of flame danced across them in an attempt to dry them out. A second snap and a third followed before the herbs were dry enough but not set alight. Green eyes glanced up towards Taru the Unkillable and watched as he took a drag on the end of his pipe, watching the smoldering herbs grow bright inside the bowl.
[color=006800]"Ground Fire Berries?"[/color]
He muttered to himself and glanced down at the mixture of herbs before him. Cupping his hands around the mixture, the mage focused his attention upon the table and started to manipulate the air between his hands, reducing the temperature between his palms gradually until small specks of the herb mixture started to freeze itself to the wooden table surface. That was the Fire Berries separated. Dragging a hand across the table towards him, the mage scooped the root sage into his palm and promptly tossed it into his companion's ale.

[color=006800]"Drink up!"[/color]
[color=a0410d]"You know you're going to get caught one of these days, just... doing that magic stuff."[/color]
[color=006800]"Yeah right, have you looked around this place? The only people who come here are those who can withstand the smell of Frowthorn. That or they're too broke to go anywhere else. Anyway, shut up about me. Have you got that thing I asked for?"[/color]
The short mustached man nodded his head and took a swig of his ale, the Root Sage almost immediately taking effect... unless it was the ale? Either way, he seemed to relax and after another large mouthful, he plonked his mug down and wiped an arm across his face.
[color=a0410d]"Yeah, it wasn't easy, but here."[/color]
The stranger slid a hand inside his jerkin and pulled out a small bag, placing it onto the table. There was a very subtle aura coming off this thing. The mage frowned at it, but quickly smiled and nodded his head as he took his turn in burying a hand inside his satchel, where he pulled out an object bound in damp rags. Untying the bound linen revealed a fragment of crystal that gave of a terrific source of light and a substantial amount of heat. A Sun Stone.
[color=006800]"It took me a great deal of effort getting this. If you're caught with it, you'll be executed on the spot! It's incredibly dangerous and you MUST keep it bound in this linen if you want to get past the Ablated undetected."[/color]
The mustached man nodded his head in understanding and swiftly covered the Sun Stone up before tucking it into his jerkin. Finishing his drink quickly, the stranger stood up, tucked in his chair and left the tavern without another word.

The mage turned his attention onto the bag before him and untied the string that was bound across the opening. Tipping it up, out tumbled a golden key that softly jingled against the wooden table top. Beside it landed a small dark purple orb, about the size of a marble. This was a small chunk of obsidian and the mage frowned hard at it as he picked it up and held it within the palm of his right hand.
[color=006800][i]I can feel this thing absorbing my power... It's not draining me... More like it's a block, a barrier. But this should be enough for what I need.[/i][/color]
The young man thought to himself as he picked up the key in his other hand and glanced the object over. Nodding his head and returning both items into the bag, he retied the string and buried the bag deep inside his satchel. He then picked up his glass of water and was about to take a sip when noticing the dried Needle-Cap sticking to the bottom inside. Pulling a face of disappointment, he returned the glass to the table and pushed it aside. The green-eyed youth fell into silence and casually glanced between Taru and the blonde newcomer.