[center][color=9e0b0f][h2]Allant Oestaer[/h2][/color][/center]
Allant huffed a bit as Stephan shot down his collateral. It's not like Soul Stones weren't accepted in most small towns, they were almost a second currency in Hitor. He sadly shuffled his gems back into his pack with a shrug. Ah well, if he was right on the money here he'd be getting a nice chunk of coin at the end of this little mission anyways.

Getting up off of his rear, Allant stretched out a bit. It appeared dinner was ready, so he'd need to get up and go grab it. He walked over to Jenramo and grabbed a bowl, thanking with a simple little bow. Allant took down his hood and set his mask face down on a nearby rock, revealing his sharp, tanned face. He slurped down the soup with wild abandon; he was never particularly receptive to his father's reprimandations on table manners and he was hungry. While he was scarfing down the veggies, he was informed he had next watch with Yui. She was interesting; She looked just like he did with her more gaunt features and dark hair, but she apparently wasn't from the Dread Desert. In fact, he had no idea where she was from, but judging from her 'gun' as she called it, it must have been far off or well off.

It seemed the two of them polished their meals off at around the same time. Like her, Allant checked over his equipment, making sure his blades were sharp and pointy, and grabbing his mask, though stuffing it in his pouch as the sun wasn't beating down on him anymore. It seemed Octavia wanted to join them as well. [color=9e0b0f]"Ah, Octavia, you coming with us? Is that okay with you Jing?"[/color]

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