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Sooner than later, he had returned, shortly after paying respects at the Temple. Once upon entering the door, the young man would ease his viola case off of his shoulder, gripping the case by it's handle.

Slowly, he made way back to the bar, giving a casual glance around to the various patrons within.

Karsa walked quietly through the tavern door, a small smile playing across her lips. Her silver eyes scan the fire lit room while the smell of hot food comes to her nostrils.

She ignores the smell and walked towards one of the empty chairs. She sees the waitress and gives and friendly half grin.

"Not to be disgusting or anything but do you happen to have a glass of blood, my dear?" Karsa asks politely not trying to offend the waitress.

Senzei sat back, and watched the newcomers enter the tavern. His manner was relaxed, almost apathetic, but if you were to look into his large eyes, you would see otherwise. They were constantly bright and alert, taking in the new sights of the room, eyeing up the new entrants, and always, always darting to his satchel, ensuring it was still there, out of harms way.

He’d been mildly amusedby Dag's response to his 'big breasted women' request, and so decided to pursue conversation with the old man once more, aiming perhaps to make a new friend. He was grateful for the room list, and delved into his pocket for some coins to pay for his stay. He was not yet tired, but he knew the comfort of a sure place to sleep, rather than the insecurity of no fixed abode. He wasn’t about to have another night like that.

Shifting seats along the bar, he sat down next to the other occupants of the bar stools, and greeted them with a cheery smile. He’d overheard one man speaking of opening a new blacksmith shop in the town, and wondered vaguely whether he could find work there. He was a skilled artist, and this was transferable to many other skilled work forms. Setting this thought aside for the moment, he leaned forward, and winked at Dag, trying to grab his attention.

Karsa looked at Akida politely and took out her change pouch. Jumbling around for a second, she produced the 5 rin and handed it over to the waitress.

"Thank you, but sadly no I haven't heard of any strange disappernces, I'm quite new to Tiranoc."

Familiar scents filled his sensitive nostrils, scents of blood, food, water..the different scents, and smells from the various patrons and staff's genetic make-up, their true, natural smells..He would be quick to indentify the Vampyric maiden, as well as the familiar scent of the man in search of said big breasted women, as well as the old man from before, whom gave him the glass of water.

Lowering his viola's case to rest against his leg, having taken a seat by the Vampyric woman, something of a gentle smile would form amongst pale lips, glittering jade hues flickering brighter than any moon, or sun ever could.

Truly..it had been such a long time since he had felt at peace..he had spent so long running..trying best he could to repent for all the blood which he had spilled just with his own two hands..The adept warrior turned musician and smithy having found himself a potential home, he would soon allow his head to fall fowards, resting his chin upon the table, an almost delighted sigh soon to break through his lips.

Slowly, his head would lift, glittering jade hues turning about to directly lock upon the young maiden's own hues, something of a mild scarlet coming about his cheeks, and the bridge of his nose, a soft, yet shy smile given, gentle notes falling from pink lips in the form of an introduction: "Hello..my name is Damon..it is a pleasure to meet you, my lady.."

As soon as Senzei had heard the urgent, pounding footsteps approaching the tavern, his ears had pricked up, his attention focused on the coming event. He knew something was going on - his Lycanthropic senses had been tingling for the last couple of hours, though he tried hard to suppress it with the beers he’d gradually been downing through the evening.

As the door flew open, he immediately rose to his feet, his hands reaching instinctively for his daggers. His eyes flamed, the Lycanthrope blood in his veins racing, his hackles rising.

As soon as he saw the man was dressed in royal garb, he relaxed - he himself was a servant of the King, even if his squad had been disbanded during this ‘peaceful time’. But this lead to further questions about what a royal official was doing here, at such a late hour.

Whilst the messenger caught his breath, Senzei settled back in his chair, removing his hand from the hilt of one of his daggers, and breathing slowly, and listened. As the message was relayed, Senzei’s eyes widened, and he leaned forward, taking in the information.

As the message came to an end, and the young man left the tavern as quickly as he had entered, Senzei grabbed his satchel, and winked at Dag.

“I have a feeling my…talents….will be needed quite urgently. I’ll be needed at the gates, to help put the citizens into groups. Good evening sir. I still want that room.”

With a nod to the other patrons, Senzei was out the door, his powerful muscles rippling as he went. The night’s air was crisp and fresh, and he breathed it in hungrily. His Lycanthrope senses, though not at their peak in his human form, were still sensitive enough to catch the smell of unrest on the wind. Times were changing.

He headed through the darkened alleys of the town, until he came upon the hulking, silhouetted mass that was the town’s castle…

Karsa chuckled quietly to herself and got up quickly. Heading towards the door she followed the footsteps of so many before her and listened to the long range of noise before her.

Her pace quickened as she heard the distressed voices at the castle gates. As she got closer, she noticed the clusters of people separating into small groups.
She reached down and unlocked the small sheath on her side. Pulling out a small double edged dagger, she nodded and put it back.

She felt as if she could help so she was ready.