[b]Bulls' Masts Tavern[/b]

[color=ed1c24]“I know, that is what I’m planning to buy, the seas of the Grand Line isn’t easy to cross,”[/color] Alesia got up and moved to the table of fortune telling. That cold brown eyes glinted towards the pirate Captain.

[color=fff79a]“You know its impolite to look at others’ fate,”[/color] That fortune teller flipped the cards face down, then revealed one card on the center of the table. [color=fff79a]“Interesting, yours is the sign of Ravens.”[/color]

[color=fff79a]“Putting that aside, I can see that the wolf is a ‘human’ that ate the Canine Canine Fruit, of the Arctic wolf subspecies.”[/color] That [url=https://i.imgur.com/kgJWBe0.jpg]fortune teller [/url] stood up and let out a familiar smirk. [color=fff79a]“I go by the name Arafael.”[/color]

Alesia had no idea what that fortune teller been going about. [i]Scruffy? Impossible…[/i] She glimpsed an oddly familiar shape of an outreached hand, slowly descending upon her head. [color=fff79a]“I didn’t get to see you clearly from the last time, but you’re really short.”[/color]

[color=ed1c24]“Get your filthy hands away from me, Scruffy!”[/color] Alesia slapped Arafael’s wrist away with her full force.

[color=fff79a]“You were much nicer with those headpats of yours,”[/color] Alesia’s cutlass sprang out from the scabbard almost immediately after the last few sentences of Arafael’s mouth. She grasped on the sword so tightly that her hands turned white, she was going to make those words his last. Arafael drew out his swordbreaker from the reaches of his leather cloak, slamming the edge of the blade towards the table.

[color=ed1c24]“Ten tonnes,”[/color] Alesia leaned her full weight towards the mahogany table, as it collapses into plywood and splinters, Arafael’s deck of cards fluttering along the scene of the barfight. Just when she was about to break his throat with her sword, that tall man that called himself Arafael shrank into a very familiar creature, a wolf of white elegant fur, with the same brown eyes, ‘Scruffy’.

[color=fff79a]“I’ll be taking my leave from here, in courtesy with that ill temper of yours~”[/color] The wolf sprang forward with his four legs towards the edge of the windows, and it seemed that he was about to make another escape from the Scarlet Pirates.