[center][h3]Esaka - Low Tier[/h3]
[b]Yayama Yama[/b]
Status: Eepy
LV: 6, EXP: 20/60
Word Count: 404 (+1)[/center]


With her obligations taken care of for the day, the energy Yayama had dug up from within herself promptly dissipated a few minutes after she parted ways with Charlotta. It was all she could do to avoid tripping over her own feet on her way back down to the Low Tier, where she planned to return to the inn she'd been staying in before meeting up with the Seekers. In hindsight, the place - called the Roman Cancel - reminded her of a seedier Quicksand, with its impressive-looking columns bracketing humbler tables in the common area. "What in the seven flaming hells am I supposed to do with all this. . . ?" she asked the air.

[i]I thought we'd already decided. Kill the one responsible and everyone in our path.[/i] 

"Oh, shut it, you."

[i]Well, of course, we have to nap first. Silly me.[/i] 

Yayama rolled her eyes. She didn't have the energy to argue with anyone, much less a manifestation of her inner rage and sorrow given anthropomorphic form by a combination of trauma and ancient dark arts. The lalafell did feel that she should be doing more instead of resting, but the rational part of her had won out in this case. "Won't do anyone any good if I get gutted because I'm not rested enough for a fight," she muttered to herself as she rounded another corner, coming up on the gaudy facade of the inn. 

Putting one hand to her ear, she reported her location to the rest of the group via linkpearl, before pushing through one of the overdone doors. The cheap decor was lost on her entirely, the dark knight beelining straight for the desk. "I need a room for another night." She slid some more of her coin over the counter, which the clerk made disappear with a smile.

"Of course, ma'am. We've kept one open for you."

One advantage of crappy hotels: A lot of them didn't ask questions, and right now, she really needed her name to not spread around. It was obviously far too late for whoever attacked the Seekers to think she was dead, but she didn't need to make it easier to find her. For the moment, the only foes she had to fight were the ones in her dreams. Opponents which, unfortunately, would only continue to outnumber her for what she supposed would be the rest of her short existence.