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[color=ee82ed]Race:[/color] Silver-Wolf Shifter
[color=ee82ed]Class:[/color]  Arcane Mystic
[color=ee82ed]Location:[/color]  Bar
[color=ee82ed]Interactions:[/color] :  [@potter] Arya/Stella  
[color=ee82ed]Mentions: [/color] [@Lava alckon] Corin [@tae] Meiyu [@Funnyguy] Minerva (Miris) [@oso] Bastion [@princess] Phia 
[color=ee82ed]Equipment:[/color]
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🐾 Special Magic Item: A magically enchanted Haori garb of snow🐾white fabric made of a mix of various creature materials and what few rare magic crystals scrounged. It enables the haori’s internal temperature to be adjusted to keep the user at the optimal temperature within a feasible degree and minor elemental resistance of the basic 4 elements imbued.
🐾Oruna tribal moon bracelet: a charm bracelet made in pairs, sharing a deep bond. Those of the tribe share them with a close friend, cherished family member, or lifemate who holds a fanged tooth, one for each of those most trusted and loved.
🐾Small pouch holding emergency dried meat and any fresh fruit picked
🐾Small pouch of freshwater
🐾Sewing kit 
🐾Small tool kit 
🐾Small gold pouch 
🐾A partially started personal journal
🐾A personal dear drawing hidden on his person
🐾Dark Crystal Shard-left Eye
🐾 Knitted fish hat gifted by Bastion [/hider] 
[color=ee82ed]Attire:[/color]
[color=ee82ed]Gold Balance:[/color] 34
[color=ee82ed]Injuries:[/color] Exhaustion, intense hunger, dehydration, body aches/soreness 
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The snowy-robed wolf followed the group into the tavern from the rear, his footsteps slower and more sluggish than the usual precise steps. The aftereffects from the long trek under hot conditions and no breaks, combined with the recent resurrection, left him weak with exhaustion. 

A sandy dryness in his parched throat made breathing somewhat difficult while his stomach rumbled at the scent of food, yet roiled from the hints of intense aroma of spices and grouped up dirty patrons. 

Parts of him sought a way to remain outside, but quickly brushed the foolish idea aside as it’d only leave him exposed in his woeful, weakened state. Nor did he intend to separate far from Phia for long, as they resided in this port.

With a steadying, slow, deep inhale before raising the right sleeve hand over his mouth in hopes of muffling the overstimulating effects. Following his way into the tavern, he lagged behind a step before the group, finding himself assaulted by a wall of noise that struck his ears like brick walls. The jumbled chattering of countless voices, followed by the mingling heavy spices, booze, and cramped, unwashed pirates. 

Within seconds, his head felt as if plunged in boozy smog, the mind swam and drowned amidst the unpleasant enclosed atmosphere; suffocating for his unprepared senses dulled by the stacked fatigue. 

He took a minute’s pause, taking small, gentle, controlled breathing through his sleeved hand until the swimming became manageable with a faint lightheadedness as his blurred vision eventually focused somewhat to take notice of the group having found a table, though Phia had pulled away towards the bar counter,  taking Arya along with her.

Turning back to the table, curious about what they were discussing, he attempted to catch some snippets, but the effort merely tired and irritated the swirling nausea. 

Menzai shook his head, deciding it was best to deal with the nausea and dry throat before joining in any discussion. His concerns for Phia still weighed on his mind, though he thought this was a good chance to let her have a nice bonding moment with her new friend. A friend was what the half-elf needed with how perilous this unknown journey would prove. Arya looked to have a need, especially for a comforting hand.

Menzai then quietly stalked his way to the counter, but short upon reaching the stool he intended, a heavy crash echoed out in a splintering boom. The loud abruptness, along with the sense of something brushing his left side, caused his body to react instinctively as his clawed hands rushed out, grabbing at the random bystander by the shoulders; his claws dug into their shirt.

“A-Ah! W-wait, m-my bad! I slipped there after the crash and..meant no offense there..” The unknown patron stammered out with raised hands in nervous surrender and sporting a fretting face, sweating profusely, finding himself partially lifted by the glaring wolf’s grip.

At first, Menzai glared at the male with a defensive scowl, but then the scared voice spoke up, and after a few seconds, his body relaxed and gazed at the confused stranger’s fearful expression. Blinking then closing his eyes as he lowered the man down from his lifted tiptoes, followed by quick, meticulous adjusting tugs and smoothing of his shirt.”[color=ee82ed] My apologies…the sound was unexpectedly alarming. I meant no offense or harm.[/color]” Bowing his head, affirming his apologies after his inspections showed no harm, a slight, shameful tilt of the ears for allowing himself to be so easily startled.

Giving himself a self-chiding tsk seeing the person hastily walk into the crowd fearing a follow-up attack. With a small shake of the head, he turned his attention towards the sound’s source to find Bastion, who was standing prior, was now sitting on the floor. Peculiar as to what happened till he spotted the broken wooden bits of chair beneath his large metallic form. Concern etched his lowered brows; he felt for the warforged, unfortunate attempt, unlike his skills with walking, sitting still seemed to elude the kind machine.

The recent incident caused a brief quiet reprieve for his pounding head, when laughter where before would have gone unnoticed, muffled by the rambling cacophony. The sound, almost mocking, pulled his attention to see Minerva laughing, a disapproving scowl etched the corners of his tired lips, though seeing her follow with a warning to the bar, talking as if only she could laugh at the machine’s understandable misread weight distribution. A queer thing to do, and he heard no insult or cruelty in said laughter. With an uncertain huff, he turned back to see Bastion had found his way back to his feet, assisted by Corin; an admirable attempt, though he doubted much the man would help and worried for the gem knight’s back. He knew and intended to join with them shortly, after settling his immediate issues.

Making himself settled on the stool placed two stools to the left of Phia and Arya; enough to give them their space, but close enough for him to easily check on them. A warranted worry for he saw how the sweetly naive half-elf was enamored by the colorfully vibrant drinks, but none she was ready to imbibe, certainly not among this untrustworthy band of riffraff's. He began to shift, but fought the urge as he witnessed Arya watch over and convinced her against the liquor and did so through her fears, nervousness draped her much like the robe adorned for obscuring.

An appreciative sigh of relief, seeing the two enjoying themselves while chatting with the barmaid, likely taking their orders. A surprisingly towering orc woman at that, she appeared gruff with a big presence, yet under the harshness, there was a caring touch. Then there appeared a moment of disagreement, but he felt no need to intervene. Sensing no ill intent from the barsmaid, he trusted Phia to handle it; she had a way about her that swayed others, little help with the types here, yet this showed some decent individuals lived here. 

Seeing the barsmaid preparing to make rounds, he sat up with a quiet, subdued anticipation. The act made his head swim and pound as a blurry towery figure pulled up, her tusked mouth opening, though he only heard muffled ringing. Figuring she was asking for his order, a grumble of his stomach made the prospect of food tantalizing, but the lightheaded nausea, however, appeared to overpower his hunger.

Inhaling down the urge to unload his stomach, which lurched, empty.” [color=ee82ed]A-a glass of water..please.[/color]” He spoke in a scratchy, dry manner barely above a whisper, gulping the cottony taste from his tongue.”[color=ee82ed] Perchance include a pitcher of water at that.[/color]” The wolf added, clear that one glass would not suffice.

After some muffled words and a shuffling grunt, a glass was set with a soft chink, the slight sloshing water catching his flicking ears. With an almost desperate lunge, he hastily grabbed and downed the glass, almost inhaling it in one gulp. Immediately, the water’s soothing effect was felt; his body shuddered in delight at the abrupt coldness flushing through him, alleviating the intense dryness and thirst, and following it, he sensed the nausea ebb after one last swirling bout from downing the water a tad too fast.
A satisfying sigh, feeling his tense body relax, though one glass proved hardly enough, and he poured himself a second glass. This time, he ensured taking deliberate, controlled sips to better savor the refreshing water, as well as to prevent upsetting his body until it could adjust.

With each sip, he could feel his mind clearing, swimming his way out of the muddled depths that threatened to choke his senses.

As Menzai carried on quietly with his glass, a set of three footsteps strolled up to his left, where a grimy hand smacked onto the counter, causing any nearby glasses and tankards to jostle and clink. Despite the rude interrupting introduction, the wolf gave no acknowledging reaction and simply took another sip of water.

The three appeared nothing special, small-time drunks that played pirate and failed to do anything of note. One of the three, slightly shorter, pudgy, and squat bodies who had taken a step around to partially cover his right as if to block his way, his roughly round, pudgy face slick with heated sweat, munching on some meat kebab or what seemed like meat, whatever cheap product his gnarly teeth gnawed on.

A mocking snicker hissed out of the other, who stood to the leader’s other side, his lanky body leaning casually against the counter, twirling some old dagger, trying to act intimidating, but the blunt edge gave away the meager ploy as his ratty face was scrunched in an undeserved cocky smug grin which made his large ears stand out, nicked at parts of the earlobes either chewed by rodents or close brushes with blades.

Standing uncomfortably close to Menzai’s left side, practically leaning over him, leaving the unpleasant squat face of their supposed leader. He had a body of average build, slightly skinnier than a man his size should be, but not as much as his lanky friend, with fair, decent muscles from his roughed-up, hairy arms. A wicked snarl twisted the man’s face as his right hand moved to rub at his whiskered chin, which scratched like dry chalk beneath the man’s grimy fingers, nails crusted with dirt.” [color=a36209]Oy! What’s this letting in some wild mutt? Don’t know who yer owner is, but they'd best learn that dirty pets should be leashed outside.[/color]” The guy rasped out a crusty chuckle, his breath seeped in booze, and his friends much shared the hot odor.

Save for a slight twitch of the ears, Menzai made no motion, sitting there idly holding the glass, refusing to acknowledge them.

An annoyed scoff came from the disgruntled, drunk brute who let out a hacking snort, spitting into the half-drunk glass.”[color=a36209] Hmph, so the mutt’s thirsty, is he?[/color]” A rolling thump as the guy holding the blunt knife knocked the glass over.” [color=a36209]Yer got it wrong, miss Grelda, yer forgot to get yer finest bowl for this dirty dog, dressed all fancy like as he is. Guess the owner got some money…waste of pretty clothes.[/color]” shaking his head with a round of mocking laughter from the trio, expecting to get a rise out of the stoic wolf. 

Again, however, he gave no indication of their presence, merely folding his hands across the counter and quietly waiting.

The lack of reaction or provocation served well to irritate the big guy who pressed in close again, hitting the wolf with a foul whiff of rank bile spitting from his teeth.”[color=a36209] Do those fuzzy ears work, or are they just for show? Don’t know how to respond when spoken to, but I guess yer not trained properly, seeing how you go assaulting poor..Liam was it?[/color]” He paused, looking back at the other two who gave uncertain shrugs, agreeing, giving doubt to the name.”[color=a36209] Hmph, bad mutts like ya need to be punished and seein how no one else’s is stepping up. Now, why don’t ya give a nice bark for us as an apology?[/color]” The man’s cruel words rambled with drunken wicked abandon, eying Menzai like some easy mark.

Menzai sat there quietly, unmoving, almost akin to a statue as the verbal insults prattled on.

A muffled gasp, aha! came from the pudgy squat one who forcibly gobbled his latest bite.”[color=aba000] Maybe he’s still thirsty, boss, mhm, poor thing has been whimpering for water.[/color]” Suggested with a mock whimpering, waving his kebab stick around to tease the wolf’s hunger.

A nodding scoff from the boss.”[color=a36209] Too right…too right he is. Can’t expect a dog dying of thirst to speak, though I think the mutt deserves more fitting swill.[/color]” Smugly, he reached over, swiping a nearby patron’s tankard of beer; a surprised hey from the stranger, his complaint quickly cut down by a threatening small shove upon prying it from their hands as they lanky one snarled in their face.” [color=a36209]Here we are, this should cool the mutt down.[/color]” Guffawing as the tankard was tilted over, pouring the contents over Menzai’s head, soaking the vibrant dark violet hair and dripping down the white haori with no resistance given.

A small huff of his nose due to the coldness of the reeking liquid, yet again, he did not move. Only when the pouring finished did Menzai lift his head, blinking the droplets from his right eye; the left kept close as he did so, more so to check on Phia and Arya, but was taken a bit aback to find the half-elf had gotten up and felt a spritz of panic as his gaze rapidly searched through the crowd/ Eventually settling onto the bronzed warforged, where he noticed Phia besides him, possibly comforting him knowing her. 

With a wary sigh, his attention returned to Arya, frowning at the prospect of her being alone and without warning had burst up onto his feet, sending some sprittle of loose beer droplets flying about.” [color=ee82ed]My apologies for the mess, Lady Grelda, was it? May I request a towel, madam?[/color]” The damp wolf asked politely, ignoring the three who jumped back in guffawed shock, half expecting him to maul them, and were instead left confused.

During the brief window of their confusion, he would take the offered towel to dry off his hair as best he could; little it would do for the smell, much to his displeasure, though he gave no sign of such. When finished, he then leaned forward, wiping up any spillage on the counter with an unperturbed expression.

Upon finishing cleaning the mess, Menzai procured a gold coin and set it in front of Grelda.” [color=ee82ed]My thanks, this should do for the water and for the patrons' next drink to make up for the spill. Your service is impeccable, and I can imagine the dishes will equally match. After my stomach has appropriately settled, I will be sure to request a proper order, one that is hearty and meaty.[/color]” An appreciative bowing of his head to the barsmaid.

“ [color=a36209]What- H-hey! What, are ya deaf ya dumb mutt? Think you can ju-[/color]” A casual toss of the damp towel flew into the drunk boss’s face with a wet smack, cutting off his biting words. Angrily peeling it away to see the white-robed wolf walking away, which had his gnarled face redden with insulted fury.” [color=a36209]Ya Damn beast, don’t think we just gonna let yer walk away?[/color]” The boss took a step forward, reaching for the tankard with dark intent.

A grubby hand gripping his left shoulder by the lanky, knife-twirling one as the pudgy one placed his hands on the boss's side, his nervous face peering over at the table.”[color=aba000] U-uh, think we should back off, boss…[/color]” The squat man stammered with nervous head bobbing.

“[color=a0410d] Y-yah boss, gettin a funny feelin from dat table of there.[/color]” The lanky rat muttered out, adding to his friend’s suggestion.

Seeing the two acting all shifty and scared had the boss scoffing with a shoving toss of their hands, pushing them off.” [color=a36209]The hell with yer two? Just a bunch of freaks is all. Now git, no way we letting the mutt stalk off all smug and pridely.[/color]” Scowled the pirate who again tried to make for Menzai’s direction.

Again, he was met with resistance by the two.”[color=aba000] B-But boss, ain’t he one of them tagging along with that..big fella over?[/color]” The pudgy male gulped while pointing over the table, each with their own presence certain to catch the eye, though it was Bastion's intimidating size that seemed to have left the pair trembling, the sight of a crushed chair to be precise.”[color=aba000] We ain’t want to find ourselves like that chair boss. Think we'd best stop for now, yah?[/color]” The pudgy one stammered with pleading eyes.

“ [color=a36209]Tch! Bunch of limp spineless twats you two are. If you think I’m backing off like you pansy bastards then…[/color]” He made to push past the pudgy squant one blocking his way, catching a glimpse of Bastion and gulping as he felt an air of foreboding from the table, but stubbornly turned away, scowling at Menzai’s white back with a heated look. Then, for the briefest of moments, a single quick glinting glance peered from over his shoulder; from it a terrifying cold dread washed over him, sensing as if a snarling wolf hovered behind him, a hot musty breath huffed against the back of his neck, rustling the raised hairs.

In a blink, the sensation was gone as he found his body shaken and his companions about ready to run off.” [color=a36209]Fuck it! We got things to do, but don’t think it's over, mutt![/color]” He spat in the wolf’s direction with an ugly scowl, bitterness in his words.”[color=a36209] Yer to do better with who yer serve, Grelda or this place will be beast cesspool before long.[/color]” Grumbling his disdain, spitting onto the floor, and after knocking over some stools and tankards out of drunken pettiness, they stalked off. 

Putting the unpleasant incident behind him, Menzai would stroll his way over to Arya, where he stopped, albeit a few steps further than needed, not wishing to bother her or Stella with the smell of beer now sticking to him. A murmured assurance to get himself washed up shortly, but he wanted to accompany the star-speckled tiefling to meet up with the group, doubting she wished to be alone in these parts. Phia's penchant to help tended to override attention to pull her away, a pull shared by food if hungry enough.

“ [color=ee82ed]Miss Stella, Lady Arya, If you and sweet Phia have ordered, then would you wish to accompany me to join with the others? They should bring the food to the table before long.[/color]” Nodding his head before giving a small tuft of his hair a testing tug, finding it still somewhat damp.” [color=ee82ed]And apologies for my current state. A minor spillage incident, but nothing of concern,  nothing to pay mind to. Shall we?[/color]” Stepping and turning to the side, offering for her to walk with him if she wished.
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