Sayuri slid her coat and the papers down the bar away from Ziv as he leaned against the bar. Her favorite coat and letters from her former guildmates were [i]not[/i] going to be dripped on. Much less from her sweaty overenthusiastic guildmate. Once sure the items were safe she watched Daniel hand over the guild tax and pocket his share. She then watched Ziv charge in and make an order before chuckling which turned into light coughing, [color=990000]"It's a bit early for whiskey Ziv, especially considering you're appearant workout."[/color]

Her gaze slyly returned back to Daniel. He'd always interested her. Not in any grand or romatic way more that he'd always tugged at her curiosity. His avoidance of the past especially. It wasn't as steadfast as her own but definitely left more to think about. Her eyes quickly returned to her book as she flipped the page.