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 Garrett tuned out most voices he could have been able to hear as the retinue arrived at the Gaian city of Pearl. He had dismounted his steed at the exterior walls of the influential Gaian city in both name and power. He parked his horse at the nearest stables, hitching Acrid to a vacant post, quickly paying a stable hand to keep an eye on his Bicorn as he spent his time in the city, he spared the expense with the attendant, covering the cost of the time he will spend in the city. He expected the others to do the same; as well as expecting that they would not, and show greater feats of kindness or push more problems on their own shoulders than live the life of frugality. He hated Pearl, not for any reason other than it was a weaker version of Onyx, to him at least, there may have been many familiar faces out of those who decided to stay within the protection of the walls rather than go out of the city, or Gaia in general to perform feats of transdescendantism. They wouldn't recognize him with what he wore, he had armor on; most children of the hunt wore light leather or relied on their toughened bare skin. Of course, he stuck moderately close to those time-old principles, but with his experience outside of the hunt, he knew such a mindset was not the kind to take on every challenge that came their way. Metal was a good mix with light leather and cloth. Blight thought that, at least. The women in Gaia piqued Blight's interests the most, due to their reliable nature, they'd prove to be wonderful suitors away from conquest and strife. Quite a few faces he would recognize as he traversed the streets of Pearl to find one of the more reliable inns, Savvan's. He checked behind him every so often to make sure or make note of the fact that something or someone may be following him through these streets, maybe he'd be able to talk some inspiration into a luckless urchin. 

He did not see any such thing as he made his way to Savvan's Inn, he liked the soups they made, extra helpings of venison for the hungriest of hunters, of course, it is a little more extra than the hot skillet of venison chops, but the soup was the right type of flavor to forget the problems one may have faced growing up; an extra steamy serving to evaporate the tears one may have had at witnessing their adoptive father become an ornament for a large deer's antlers. It was a good soup, at least Garrett thought so. He hated Gaia though, Pearl especially, having their businesses exploit the culture inherent in the Onyx society, it was a city-city rivalry that turned into real, blood boiling hatred at the fact that something precious was lost. Upon the arrival at Savvan's, Garrett had the obligation upon himself to remove his helmet and allow actual recognition be made that the previously lean and young child of the hunt Sir Everard had made his return to the area, from supposedly his biased opinion on a really good Inn soup. However, upon his arrival, he'd be in for a little newfound culture shock as there was a waitress ready for them to be seated and fed. A very appealing waitress, in terms of well-featured Gaian women.
	
	
"[color=a0410d]I'd like two hunter stews. Extra venison.[/color]"

He would cover his mouth with his hand, clearing his throat. Another starvation has occurred. 

"[color=a0410d]The time you're off of working today, Raquel, would also be part of my order.[/color]"

Inn Attendants were great sources of information and relaxation. Blight would not pass up the opportunity to expedite their quest in order to return to such luxuries. He was not as voracious as his thoughts portrayed himself to be, or so he thought.
	
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