Kiyomi glanced over at Ragnar. Even now, she knew that hunting would risk her life the most, but the others were also in equal amounts of danger. None of them even knew how to use their weapons, Kiyomi included - all she knew was that hers was quite sharp. But alas; nothing would be done here in the Guild Hall. Not yet, anyways.

Kiyomi straightened her rumpled clothing, put her pillow away, glanced back at the others and made for the door. She pulled her sandals on, and something quickly came to her mind. "If we're going to split up at any time," she asked, "Then can we remember to keep on Guild Voice Chat? If any of us get attacked, at least we'll know something's wrong."

Kiyomi exited from the Guild Hall and took a deep breath. She didn't check if the others were following her as she paced down the corridors, making a few turns here and there, and heading towards the larger main guild hall. She noticed that the suspicious men were gone, to her relief - but that meant they were out there somewhere, with supplies from a Guild bank. For a moment, she thought about opening her own, but that would've been of no use - she stupidly cleared it out a week before the next expansion, so all there really was in there was a bunch of crafting materials and gold.

Kiyomi blinked at the sharp sunlight. Akihabara is still as panicked as ever, it seems, but Kiyomi wasn't all that bothered yet. She knew she had to keep going, else she'll end up like the rest of them, screaming and crying for help that will never arrive unless someone did something about it. She beckoned for the others to follow her across the mossy streets to the tavern Ragnar mentioned.

Kiyomi looked up at the building, pouting. "I remember this place," she murmured. "Hopefully we can at least get a meal there. I just wonder who's going to be inside." For a moment, Kiyomi's hand slipped to the hilt of her blade, trembling slightly. But she sharply pulled her hand away and strode into the tavern without any more hesitation.