[center][h3][b]I'onriyi Stonehand[/b][/h3][/center][hr]
Watching the brief conflict as he recovered his wits and stood once more on his own, no longer using the wall to support himself, I'on glanced around the room. There was damage mostly to the ceiling and floor where the wall had emerged and struck. Some tables and chairs were also damaged and it seemed everyone had evacuated the inn as well. He sighed as he heard, rather than watched, Ixion and Morgan engage in a brief conflict. Instead his eyes went to the sisters as the blue haired demonspawn made her proposition and then carried out her and her sister's part with what appeared only slight hesitation. Then his two [i]companions[/i] reciprocated and he couldn't help but sigh--somewhat from relief, but more due to the rest of the circumstances. He took a step away from the wall, deciding to participate in the exchange of pleasantries, [b]"I am I'onriyi Stonehand of Wegam Fermos."[/b] Once he had finished, some of his attention diverted to take in the...bizarre faces of Morgan and Ixion--though neither were the same sort of strange, not to mention worrisome sort--he glanced towards Violet and spoke once more, [b]"I must ask what we are to do about the damage to the inn. I doubt the innkeeper, or the guards who are sure to appear at the commotion, will be happy with leaving it in its current state."[/b] He paused a moment, frowning slightly before he added [b]"Hopefully this will be a swift decision. I'd like to finish our more [i]private[/i] conversation before further interruptions occur."[/b] With that said the Penin's eyes briefly strayed to Morgan and Ixion before turning to Rose, and resting on Violet once more.

He felt like a tree attempting to weather a great storm. [i]Damn this day,[/i] he thought as he considered the implications of Morgan's red eyes and pale complexion, not to mention his behavior and the look in his eyes. Ixion's scars were something else entirely, he wasn't sure what to make of that. Still, at least he could identify them to others if need be. It was perhaps better that way. Still, he surmised that knowing both their names and faces made him a dangerous party in their eyes. He'd need to be careful with these two, they might even be more trouble than they were worth. He'd just have to see if they attracted additional danger later on. As for all he knew today had just been one unlucky set of circumstances after another--not that he was so naive as to believe that.

He was no fool.