Hurried steps delivered with weight and an impatience that burned hotter than the overhead sun. 

Normally a person "walking" with this aggressive body language and haughty shifting of weight ever forward would be assumed to be fresh in or out of a fight and spoiling for more, yet attached to the moving red figure was a sharp tipped toothy smile with a low rumbling "[color=f7976a]hahaha!![/color]" of excitement humming along their enamel. Surroundings blurred, only the vague road, the illusive structure was [u]really[/u] ahead and my how it shone! Well, no, it didn't really shine at all, it was something of a debased multi-floor structure with smoke plumes gushing out of the chimney but the [i]point[/i] was, it had hot food and cold drink surely! Even garbage towns in abject squalor had that!

This was it! The [b]Firebrand Tavern[/b] was just up ahead. Unless the area held more than one tavern but last [[b]Omi Barsait[/b]] remembered, this town wasn't big enough for that. Though he supposed it had been a few years since he came trotting by come to think of it. Still, it had been days of eating rations and bathing in the wild, drinking from lukewarm water skin; civilization, comfort, it was all here! Yes, at the "Firebrand Tavern," as his darkened metal gauntlet touched the wooden exterior of the front gate and gave it a strong push open. 

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"[i][color=f7976a]I won't need [i]this[/i] for now, I'm gonna hire a wench and get bathed![/color][/i]" The thought alone was magnificent, anticipation! Thus twirled the lively man as he thrust his vibrant red jacket and garb onto a series of hooks near the front entrance, revealing fine black cloth with short sleeves hugging his upper torso. Coming back to his boots and standing straight, his expression flashed from joyous glee to wide eyed but otherwise deadpan dismay.

"[color=f7976a]This isn't the Firebrand at all. Where the hell..[/color]" At last no thought but out loud voice, though many could claim to be foreign to a place beyond the rift -- still Omi's voice held a rich and almost cultured form with a distinct musical tone to it. And it was no well kept secret what it implied: the wild haired man's dismay. For starters, if the stairs were any indication, the interior was larger than what the exterior suggested. That didn't seem right, did it? Well no, he hadn't eaten right in days so perhaps his peripheral vision was off when storming the entrance. That must've been it.

Tension melting from his hunched shoulders as they relaxed, the man's amber brown eyes - though one partially obscured by lens in a rather eccentric facial mask taking up a quarter of his face - skimmed about with a look of one going through an appraisal. There were people around, there were probably staff around; hell if he could tell which were what though. And he wasn't waiting either. That wasn't what this was about. Taverns were about rendering services. He had gold to burn through after that last gig, a growling stomach, mild dehydration, and a brain [b]absolutely burning with anticipation for entertainment.[/b] There wasn't time to wait for whoever to come out in a butler outfit and waste his time with pleasantries. That's not how this works!

"[color=ed1c24][b]HEY. I DESIRE A MENU.[/b][/color]" Deep bellowing roar transformed the voice from earlier, now with the tune of rocks clashing together and about as much tact, left hand raising high in the air and attempting a snap although with his gauntlets this only created a rather obnoxious metal '[b]tinkrrk[/b]' along the finger rivets that would likely prove uncomfortable to anyone not suffering auditory disorders nearby. And already, he was lost in his own world now that he had convinced himself this whole happening was no folly of his but divine reward.

A nobles district! Perhaps ol' Latent now had a nobles district, in effect anyway what with their relative poverty, and he had just meandered into it by accident. Certainly [i]smelled[/i] nicer than the Firebrand. Neat, the town was finally looking on the up and up. Who'd thought it with the Grave Revolt five years back? Well he could square away what all transpired later, after a hot bath and a large series of desserts, maybe something savory beforehand with a honey glaze. Mmm, honey. Now he hadn't had [i]that[/i] in months. The beauty of honey lies in its versatility; there are so many ways to enjoy the natural sweetness and complex flavors found within this golden nectar. Really adds depth when combined with spices such as cinnamon or nutmeg. Oh say they have cinnamon! Maybe they have maids here. Nobles tend to really get gaudy with that kinda thing, maybe a cinnamon [i]maid.[/i]