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(Reboot of the old one)

In a snow-covered town, a single tavern sat in the old section, which had seen better days in it's heyday. Not many people visited it now, and those that did, were often the dregs of society, thieves, murderers, and other ilk. Fights were common almost every night.
A cloaked figure approached the dilapidated structure. It would have been dismissed as yet another piece of scum by anyone passing by, except for the four legs and humanoid torso that sat upon a feral body. A taur. The orange fur indicated a foxtaur, and the obvious body features indicated a female one at that. Twin swords hung on her back, and a belt around her feral stomach that held various items, all within easy reach. Her head was covered by the cloak's hood. Looking neither left nor right, but her ears moving in each direction slowly, she entered the Tavern and walked to the bar, and spoke to the barkeep for a moment, tossing a gold coin on the counter and then sat a nearby table, watching the door, her face hid by the hood.

Sitting next to her, that he wear a medium weight chest plate armor with a dark rugged blue cape and on his back is a sword. Your not from around here aren't ya? He drank his beer on a mug.

Jeston walked into the bar, coughing, he looked around and people and made a groaning sounds, he could tell pretty much everyone here was a criminal and didn't really wanted to be associated with anyone of them, he only wanted a drink. He walked over the bar and took a seat next to a man in a blue cape on his right and a criminal to his left who was eyeing Jeston money bag, Jeston moved his hand to reveal a flintlock pistol in a holster, 'Try it...I dare you..' he threatened and the criminal left the bar in fear, Jeston shook his head in disappointed as he ordered a root beer 'What a coward that guy was...' he said to himself, taking a sip.

The vixen watched the man approach the counter and threaten the man next to him, all the while she never batted an eye, then turned to the one sitting at the table next to her, and gazed at him, her eyes, while green, were dark and told little about herself. "No, I'm not, and if I told you, I'd have to kill you. For your own safety."

Arashi sat in a wooden booth, some distance away from the bar - just another hooded figure in the crowd. If one were to look closely, one could tell that he seemed to be watching the entrance, eyeing each shady person that entered the tavern. He wasn't fond of criminals, and wasn't old enough to drink, but he knew it was a possibility that he may find a few demons hanging around this area. It was a tavern filled with criminals and thieves, after all. A perfect hideout for demons. He suddenly looked down, putting a hand on his black and white mask that lie under his hood. He wondered if he should take it off, as it was starting to feel slightly hot on his face. Taking off his hood was a no-no. He didn't want to show folk his curled horns, that obviously marked him as a demon, if nothing else did. His horns were big, but they didn't stick out too awkwardly beneath the hood, so he could get away with it, especially since his hood was big, and had a fluffy white mane attached to it. After watching a few average looking people pass by, he let out a small huff of a laugh, and smirked to himself. I guess I won't find any demons here after all. At least if I don't start talking to people... He thought, looking up at the folk sitting at the bar. There were a few strange people there, but they weren't demons...as far as he could tell.

The hooded vixen looked around, and her eyes fell on another hooded figure. To a casual observer, the figure would be dismissed as just another lowlife ,,,,which interrupted her thoughts. There was something about him that intrigued her.

Snowy winds ripped through the cloak of a female figure as she pressed her way forward and towards the small tavern-like building of the town. Luna wasn't use to all this snow, she enjoyed the warmer climates of the temple grounds, a place she had to leave behind in order to move forward.
Follow the Order's tenements; focus only on your duty... Her mind reminded her sternly. Her shivering became violent now and Luna could feel her toes curling to preserve heat. The tavern was warm, but Luna wasn't permitted any rest until she reached her final destination, which was at least another fifty miles ahead...
"Goddess, forgive me..." Luna mumbled as she trudged through the snow and inside the warm building. Her rest wouldn't be too long, she hoped

Arashi crossed his arms and sat back against the booth, tilting his head down, and putting one hand to his chin, in thought. Man, I thought demons could like...sense other demons, but I guess not. He quickly glanced around to see if anyone was looking at him oddly, missing the Vixen's steady gaze. Maybe they can sense me. I am a royal demon, or whatever... Oh crap, can they smell me? Do I have a distinct smell? How am I supposed to know? He was growing frantic, but took a deep breath. Calm down, Arashi...Just act normal...keep looking...

As soon as she walked in, Luna felt it. The unmistakable aura of a demonic being. It was close, definitely in the same establishment she was in...but where? Taking a deep breath, Luna decided it was best to keep a leveled head less the demon leave and she would lose her chance to purify it. She needed to act natural before thinking of a plan of attack.
"Excuse me," Luna addressed the barkeep politely, her voice soft and angelic like.
"Have you any cider or warm tea?" She asked with a smile that could seem contagious to almost everyone there. Consuming alcohol was forbidden in order, unless it was ceremonial wine. Besides, alcohol clouded one's judgment and Luna would need a clear mind in order to defeat the demonic being. Once the barkeep had grumbled at her before handing her a small, dingy tea pot and cup, Luna took a seat near the masked figure. Whatever would one need a mask for? Mask were used to only hide things...

A shudder passed over him as he sensed someone taking a seat nearby. He kept his head down, but turned his eyes to look at them. There was something very different about this person, whoever they were...He didn't get a good look. Is someone suspicious of me already? A demon? Shit, how am I supposed to know this stuff? Arashi lurched forward, putting his arms on the table, his twin blades clattering in their sheathes. I'm such an idiot. Why am I the only demon who doesn't know the spell to hide my horns? Someone is gonna find out sooner or later. He thought, biting his lip with a single fang, drawing a drop of blood. Oh crud, I forgot. He licked the spot of blood away, hoping no one was observing him close enough to see that.

Luna studied the masked figure carefully, watching as they slipped up and caused their weapons to clatter loudly in and against the sheaths they were in. Perfect, the demon was nervous...
"That is an interesting mask you have there," Luna politely complimented the figure as she slid in a chair facing him. The aura around him was practically oozing with dark and demonic energy. There was no doubt that he couldn't be a demon....
"It's different, like nothing I have ever seen before... Would you care to indulge my curiosity?" She spoke softly and calming, hoping not to cause alarm to the masked and hooded figure. Luna was indeed curiosity, but if it wasn't for the dark energy around him, she probably would've talked with him sooner.

The vixen watched a newcomer sit across from the one with the mask. She had a foreboding sense of possible trouble between the two.
Her attention was diverted when a thin and weak looking female entered the tavern. The newcomer looked half-starved to the taur. "Some people don't know how to live off the land." The vixen muttered darkly to herself.

Arashi's head shot up as he heard a female voice before him, clearly directed at him. He gazed steadily at her, completely at a loss for words, his jaw gaping open under his mask. "U-uhh...." He stuttered, before collecting himself. "Uh, thanks." He said, glancing down and then glancing back up at the woman. Does she want to see my mask? ...It couldn't hurt, and I might seem suspicious if I refuse to say anything...I guess it doesn't matter anyway, I still have my hood... He blinked and began to remove his mask. "Um, well it was given to me by...my...brother. It's not all that great, it's made out of a light-weight glass, so it can shatter, if I get hit in the face while wearing it, but it works well." He put a hand beneath his hood and began to unstrap the leather strap that secured it to his head, making sure to not accidentally knock his hood off. Beneath the mask, his left eye was a beautiful sapphire-blue, his pupil, surrounded by odd rings, and the other, was hidden by a black eyepatch. He had a small scar under the hidden eye, and one above his left eye. The most peculiar thing was the scar-like lightning-bolt under his left eye, as well. He held the mask in one hand, and set it down on the table in front of him. "You can have a look, if you'd like." He smiled warmly, and blew a strand of his white hair out of his eye, and sat back again, leaning on his sheathed blades.

Luna waited anxiously for the delicate masked to be removed, her hand wrapped tightly around the hilt of her sword, ready to attack. The figure's voice was gentle, though obviously belonging to a male...Maybe she had been wrong? But Luna still held hope, if it wasn't a demon...what was it then? Though beneath the mask, a youthful and boyish face greeted hers. Definitely nothing Luna had envisioned but she was accustomed to Demons being able to use illusionary magic to change their appearance...

His left eye was a beautiful sapphire-blue, his pupil, surrounded by odd rings, and the other, was hidden by a black eyepatch. What could be hidden under that eyepath, Luna could only wonder. The most peculiar thing was the scar-like lightning-bolt under his left eye, as well.
"It's beautiful, a real master piece" She spoke fluently, her voice taking on friendly tone as well as she allowed her fingertips to brush against it. Her warm brown eyes locked onto his single visable one, almost trying to looking through him...
What could he be hiding, Luna thought to herself.

"Haha, when I see my brother again, I'll tell him that he got a compliment." He chuckled, then shutting his eyes and smiling again. His smile was sincere, although in his head he doubted that she simply wanted to see his mask. Is she testing me? He looked deeply into her warm brown eyes, searching for something that would betray her actions. Maybe I should have learned that spell after all... Arashi then stopped smiling and inhaled, glancing around again at the folk in the tavern. So many lively people, so many beating hearts, pumping blood...
He then threw a hand over his mouth, at the thought. No, you can't think about that right now. He thought to himself. You're ok. You've been around just as many people before.

Markal was back in the kitchens. Normally, he wasn't the type to actually get a job, let alone one like helping a tavern's kitchen but eating hot food and having a warm place to sleep was better than trying to brave the cold outside. "The barkeep's getting swamped out there. You go help." One of the cooks told him.
Markal pouted. "I'm only supposed to help in the kitchens, not act as a bar wench."
"If you're gonna be like that we'll make sure to dress you like a bar wench before you go out." That certainly got him moving.

Markal walked behind the bar and started taking orders for drinks. It sure was busy tonight. A gut feeling made him look up at the guy who had his hood up. His presence felt strange but...almost familiar. Markal didn't have any time to think about it as more people asked for drinks.

The vixen took a big drink of wine, feeling a little tipsy and motioned to a nearby waiter for another bottle "One more then I'll..." Her muzzle met the table as she passed out.

"Ah, Goddess forgive me" Luna muttered her apology, lowering her head. If she had accused him wrong it would do her no go to be gawking and unkind to him.
"You have shown your face to me and I have yet to do the same," She smiled at him, reaching back to her hood before pulling it off of her head. Her features were exotic, as was her beauty. Her hair was dark, as dark as the beautiful midnight sky, long and unbound. What little of her clothing that could be seen through the slight openings of her cloak, were strange and foreign, like a mixture of temple grab and armour. The smile that was placed on her face was more genuine then her previous, cultured one. Her warm, brown eyes sparkled only slightly before she spoke again.
"I'm Luna, and it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. It's not often that I feel at ease when speaking with another but I guess you have a special...quality to you, that I enjoy."

(Sorry, forgot to mention Markal is a half-demon. Not sure if it it would be strong enough to be noticeable )

*Emily's collapse didn't go unnoticed. "Markal." The barkeep called out to him.
"Already on it." He called back. He came out from behind the bar, his nose wrinkling slightly at the scent of alcohol. "She got a room?"
The barkeep shook his head as he poured another drink. "Just put her in that spare one for now." The spare room was always empty. Superstitious guests thought it was haunted.

Markal nodded. "Alright, up we go." He said as he gently picked up the passed out foxtaur. He left the main room through a door, moving somewhat awkwardly to avoid hitting the foxtaur on the doorframe. Luckily, the spare room was the first door on the right. Some more maneuvering and he managed to lay the foxtaur in bed on her side.

(OOC: that is Emily Vulpintaur, not Ty. Not sure how to change characters. Can't find option on dashboard)