Yuuris was slightly surprised, blinking as the spirit jumped down from his shoulder. Well, at least it was okay. Still, his facial expression didn't change, that stoic look only shifting slightly as he watched the cat meander around and settling down to listen to the music. 

And then the small gnome was talking. Yuuris' eyes narrowed a bit at the other's seemingly sudden desire to get to know each other coming from the man who had originally seemed like he could care less. Yuuris shifted, pulling his scarf up closer to his chin in a slightly anxious motion. So the Gnome's name was Wilben? Noted...though he doubted he'd remember that later. What a loud little one....

Then the beastfolk was talking, and her words contradicted the thought he'd had earlier. She wasn't prideful.....in fact she was extremely courteous. Color him....intrigued, slightly at least. Meeka was at least a bit more interesting than he'd expected. A hunter....He hoped she was competent in her abilities....he didn't need her getting in the way and accidentally....A frown made itself known on his face. He didn't need to be responsible for injuries....he'd have to say that when it was his turn, wouldn't he? 

Ah.....the oni spoke up next and in such a strange language. He'd heard it in passing but he had never put in the effort to learn it. After all, what use did he need of it? Obviously it would have been useful now, but oh well. That was the past, wasn't it? Personally, Yuuris didn't see Eshima's skills to match her appearance. She seemed to be a warrior, not...a creator. And Especially not a botanist....but then again, Yuuris himself didn't particularly look the part of Mercenary. 

He supposed it was his turn after Eshima's....and he'd even opened his mouth, pulling himself away from the window just barely, but he was interrupted by the door opening and another beastfolk walking through the door. The other looked around, and then singled in on him, which caused him to snap his jaw shut and his shoulders tense up slightly. His posture straightened, and he clenched his hands into fists at his side, absently running his thumb along his index finger in an attempt to sooth the flare of anxiety ridden anger.

Yuuris hated that title. He wasn't.....like that. [i]He wasn't![/i] 

The inner turmoil didn't show on his face for the most part, except for the narrowing of dark eyes and a huff leaving his nose. 

[color=3c71a6]"My name is [u][i]Yuuris[/i][/u], but yes. That is the title that the guilds have given me."[/color] his voice was hollow as he spoke, and he looked all around uninterested in what was going on around him. Yet, he was still courteous, giving a short bow of his head. [color=3c71a6]"As stated, My name is Yuuris Ishii. I am a 4 Star Mercenary with the Guilds."[/color] He laid a hand on his sword as a passing thought. [color=3c71a6]"I specialize in swordplay, but I am able to use traps, bombs and knives should the need arise. This job got my attention due to the pay, and the advertisement mentions hunting monsters. While we are hunting and fighting, I ask that you please stay out of my way for your own safety. I focus entirely on my opponent, and while I'm fighting I may accidentally turn my blade on you if you get in my way. Please understand this is not intentional."[/color] It was never on purpose, he just tended to get tunnel vision. [color=3c71a6]"I also do not have the best memory, so I will likely forget your names. Forgive me for that." [/color]

His words were sharp, hollow, and lacked a lot of emotion. Despite hating the nickname that the Guilds had given him, he understood why it'd been given to him. He was fully aware of how broken and cold he seemed to people. He was very to the point. And it did not help that he had taken numerous unsavory jobs.