[center][h1][color=662d91][b]Menzai Isanami[/b][/color][/h1]

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The conversation between him and this woman had helped him to gain a basic understanding of the redhead. Learning throughout the conversation that much like he, she was ever a curious one; always observing and studying the surrounding but her mannerism and reason for doing so seemed to have a more meticulous approach. She might of been of kindred soul; one that he could possibly discuss such keen observations and understanding yet something about Alina felt off. Impossible for him to make into words why, whether it be his own canine instinct putting up a tiny iota of an inkling to be wary of the redhead. Even if she gave nothing to believe such or at least nothing easily discernable as she was still a stranger to him and if given time this peculiar warning may wane. Though one thing he was thankful for; an overt curious person that didn't push for him to tell an actual story of his past or concrete personal info and for that he held respect. A tinge of relief in his own face still obscured by the hood adorned over his head. Even moreso at having the topic change with Alina telling a statement he very much agreed."[color=662d91] A statement I wholeheartedly agree with. An evening discussing topics over magic is one we will certainly be sharing after the ordeals of the job and whatever else may entail and follow afterwards.[/color]" A slight nod of the head to show and ensure this promise will be fulfilled. 

With their talk ended; Menzai had been very much content to walk in silence as much like Ms. Bloomfield he could discern she was not one for much idle chatter. Another opinion he shared as he walked alongside; enjoying just having a companion besides him on a long trek for once. 

Hours passed before the two eventually arrived at the town of Petunia with a single look of the small town telling him more than enough. The place while small had more quaint and inviting feel; a place that a beastkin like him would find more comfortable to settle in as it lacked the unsettling smell of smog and oil to his nose's relief. Shortly after entering the town, did he decide he would let Alina take the lead with him being an outsider in more ways than one and lacked proper experience handling the details of the job.

And so, the wolf let his stride slacken slightly to allow the redhead to walk two steps ahead of him. Stopping briefly when she asked for directions though knew the whereabouts of the warehouse before she even returned, having heard their conversation. 

Not that it bothered him having to walk another short stretch with the two already traveled nearly half the day just to reach the town. As long walks never bothered the wolf and if given the chance he would be fine walking from morning to night and enjoy every moment. 

Along he walked; both following and observing to learn how meetings with the clients were to be handled. Much like Alina, he found himself surprised at the size of the warehouse which proved unexpected with a part of him curious of seeing its inside but this was not the time to wander off when a job took priority. 

Merely stepping into the shop lead them to meeting with the client who turned out to be a kindly old man. A friendly wrinkled face with an aged body that gave off a mild myriad scent of flowers that gave away his countless years working with flowers. He was one to normally avoid large fields of flowers; not out of disgust but simply due to the overwhelming sweet and sometime spicy scents of the flowers uncomfortably tickling or burning his nostrils. Better for him they had no need to venture deep into the warehouse, but the client was purely inviting and pleasantly warm. For the time being lightly bowed his head in greeting, choosing to be quiet unless given a question or asked for introductions.