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A shiver shot through Orsender's spine when his eyes met the lady knight's. At first he was bewildered when she turned and faced him just when he was thinking about ways to fight her. After recovering from the initial surprised, Orsen glared right back, his eye twitching until she turned back around and continued answering the party's questions. That was really weird.

[i]What the hell is her problem?[/i] he thought. Besides the obvious racism or whatever. Was that what they called a warrior's sixth sense? Either way it cemented the fact that he should play nice for now. Definitely no beating a trained fighter if he couldn't land a sucker punch first.

The inside of the manor was shockingly gorgeous. Well, not [i]shockingly[/i], after all one glance at the outside could have told anyone the inside was likely to be just as fancy. Expectedly gorgeous, then. The oni eyed the old man suspiciously, daring him to say anything, but he didn't. Good. Orsen didn't miss his hesitation though, and glanced back at the female oni in their group. He gave her a silent look that seemed to say: [i]can you believe this shit?[/i] It was a look of solidarity. He didn't know any of the others well seeing as they'd all just fallen from the sky barely a few hours ago, but if worst came to worst maybe the two oni could band together. Anyway, first things first - food.

[b][color=BE17BD][i]"Yesss,"[/i][/color][/b] Orsen hisses, feeling his stomach grumble. He made to follow the old man when a different kind of stomach rumbling happened. Okay, food second, bathroom first. He headed down the left-hand hallway before slowly coming to a stop. Wait. What were the instructions again? God he was too busy being angry and suspicious to pay attention to Yda. Bathroom, left hallway. No, right - men's. It might have appeared to the others around that the giant oni man was malfunctioning before his face broken into a dangerous toothy grin and he pivoted on his heel to continue down the right hallway. He opened a few random doors until he came to the fifth one, just what he was looking for.

[b][color=BE17BD]"I guess food'll be further down the hall, I'll catch up,"[/color][/b] he announced. He really would too, because he was [i]hungry[/i]. He wasn't one to snoop in other's business much anyway. What he needed was some time alone in a small room to process a [i]liiiittle[/i] more and make sure he definitely, definitely wasn't dreaming. Then, chow time.