[center][color=a187be][h1]Yayama Yama[/h1][/color]
Location: Esaka's Mid Tier - Some Alley
Status: Deep breaths
LV: 5, EXP: 15/50
Word Count: Less than 750 (+1)[/center]

She listened quietly as Terry took his turn talking about his losses over the years. It was hard to truly relate to Yayama unless you'd been through the same events as her - that was part of why Petra's absence cut so deeply - but it seemed the two of them had a fair amount in common. "I won't turn down free food, I suppose." She would, however, meticulously check it for poison, but she was well enough to know that it was a paranoia and not a particularly reasonable concern. "You know, you remind me a bit of Petra. Obviously, you aren't an absolutely gorgeous Auri woman or a foreign princess, but you've got a similar attitude." She mentally glossed over the part where she continued to use present tense. [i]But don't worry, I'm thinking about it.[/i]

"Petra infected me with it, you know. Always looking for somewhere to stick her nose, help the helpless, be the strong protecting the weak, that sort of thing." She laughed, mostly at herself. "Well, I suppose I can't really blame her entirely. She did, at least, ruin a perfectly good Flame Captain for continuing to run a squadron. I don't think I could ever go back to the Flames, not for real, after all this. Not that it's a bad thing. This World of Light seems like it could use a Warrior of Darkness right about now." Yayama sighed. "But, that's for later. For now, you promised me food, and an Ul'dahn never forgets a promise involving coin."