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	Vivian let out a yawn as she followed Keshishan, the ride on the ferry had been a boring and slightly wet one as the fog had started to come in and at the moment she just wanted a hot bath on top of what her comrade had asked for. [color=92278f]"All that and a Hot Bath in my room,"[/color] she said, needing no translator. Thanks to her years in the order she had picked up a few languages that she felt would come in handy as she did not always travel with a group of people. When one was on a Solo mission, it was smart to know the  language of the land you visited so you need not waste money on a translator that was apt to gouge you for everything you were worth.

	The young woman shifted the bag she was carrying a bit so it rested more comfortably before she just leaned against Keshishan, she was tired and she had grown to like the man much like a father. [color=92278f]"Keshi, mind if I take the room next to your's or just stay with you?"[/color] she asked the male. Out of everyone in the group he knew well her inability to sleep very well, usually suffering from repeated nightmares throughout the night. It was bad enough that she had to deal with horrors in the waking world, but thanks to the events of her childhood she faced them in the dream world as well. It was a rather interesting thing, despite the fact that Keshishan was rather cold, though not cruel, she had latched onto him and immediately seemed to start treating the man as if he was her father. 

	[color=92278f]"Promise not to bother you unnecessarily," [/color]She smiled up at him, red hair sticking to her face thanks to the moisture that had been in the air outside, [color=92278f]"Promise!"[/color] A smile broke out on her face, though it wavered for a brief moment as she glanced around to the other person with them. Not all of those in the Order were aware of the more familial relationship she and the older male had, and in this day and age it wouldn't be far fetched if someone thought them doing something a little less innocent than just talking through the night should she awaken from her nightmares.

	Finally taking her eyes away from the older male she noticed the strange look she was getting from the innkeeper, which caused her to raise a brow. It wasn't completely out of the normal to see a female of the Order wearing men's clothing, but in general, women wearing men's clothing was frowned upon and it was clear this man did not seem to like it.[color=92278f] "I think you have a staring problem,"[/color] she said as her grey-blue eyes narrowed, arms crossed over her chest as she simply stared back at the man. She hated when people stared at her, her red hair made her stick out enough as it was, as did her choice of clothing, but she always felt that people could at least ignore the last part as if it was a normal thing. Skirts sucked, especially cage skirts and she had no intention of wearing anything of the sort as they just got in the way.