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The fox found the excessive speed of events rather intriguing as he took to settling as a silent observer. A seemingly good decision with how the group were rushed out and within the blink of an eye had wound up at some tavern where a few members attempted to get a group drinking going. 

An attempt to get to know each other and befriend each other. A most amusing effort with all the tension and ego stagnating the air around them. He, himself was no better in this regard, but unlike the rest who were rife with distrust and uncertainty, this kitsune was content with how things were going so far. Izu was also hardly the only one to notice this strange gathering as it was not often to get such a varied cast of characters *working* together if one could call it that.

For the time being he had chosen to remain standing (the chairs looking horribly uncomfortable and a minefield of splinters waiting to happen) on top of the fact of his haori's baggy nature proving cumbersome to sit in such a small space.

As such, the masked kitsune kept quiet, lurking nearly out of view to remind the group of his presence, but easy to be forgotten. That is, until one of the two ladies, the quieter one he might add began speaking about possible strategies transitioning to proper introductions. 

Even if his posture seemed relaxed and carefree akin to one hardly paying attention to events happening around them, his fox-like ears remained perked all the while. Very much listening to the group's chatter before being pressed to go first.

A curious tilt of the head as his right hand slipped from of the sleeve to point a clawed finger at himself then lifted said finger to gently scratch at the mask in a pondering motion. A few soft wooden scrapes soon followed by a muffled titter.

"[color=7bcdc8] Who I am is what you see. A hunter and beast both but neither though I suppose it is a name that is desired, yes?[/color]" He spoke and though muffled could be heard well enough even with the breathily soft tone of his voice."[color=7bcdc8] Yes, a name. I suppose I could say Tails or fluffy but too cutesy or on the nose.[/color]" Tilting his head with the tip of his right finger's claw gently pressed against his temple."[color=7bcdc8] Maybe feeling like a Gary? No no...Ichibald then?[/color]" A small shake of the head before standing up-right once more." [color=7bcdc8]I think simply fox shall do at least for now. And for what I bring to this group as the lovely miss has requested of us...[/color]" 

Trailing off while going quiet and still. After a brief pause going on a tad too long for anyone's comfort had he pulled up his smoke pipe and took a big draw. Without warning he let loose a billowed puff of mellow pink color that enveloped the group. 

A muffled snicker left his covered lips; eager to see their reactions to such an unexpected action. Might they think it an attack? Poison or paralysis. Those that didn't react right away would notice the sweet scent of strawberries and a mellow soothing sensation, otherwise it seemed harmless."[color=7bcdc8] And that is what I do. My aid is given freely, but times it will not be wanted.[/color]" Was the last thing said by the kitsune before returning to his relaxed posture, paying little mind to any threat possibly directed at him for his little... demonstration.