Adventurers Guild Adventurer's Guild - Tavern

I'll take this one, Gaap seems to be in a coma since the 1st... Thanks for being such a dutiful rent payer Jack-san~ *bows*

 

"That's unnecessary it will heal fine on it's own." Kathicia replies to Aria.

 

As if I care! You're dirtying the tavern floor with the drops of blood!

 

"It's not really it's just bleeding a little I'm storing all the blood from it in one of my swords!"

 

Your swords store your own blood? Weren't you supposed to store your enemies' blood there or something?

 

"Avrav does not care from whence the blood flows is a term that is often bandied around and for good reason. He doesn't care if it's his worshippers blood or their enemies blood only that blood flows from martial combat." Kathicia looks at Aria with slight disappointment.

 

Oh... Well, just make sure to not dirty the ground then, cleaning blood is a hassle and I'll deduct from your payment if I need to clean it... >.>

 

"Just call me if you need blood cleaned~ It's easy when you can control blood. Bye" Kathicia smiles waves and leaves the room heading off toward Asphodelus.

 

*waves* Take care~

*grumbles to herself* As if I could just ask for adventurers to clean up, then I'd need to pay them for it too...

 

Zoan enters the tavern with his comrades and ordered a moderate meal for each of them. He and Mallory chose a meat-centered dish, Herst chose the cheapest meal, and Fey got herself the kid's meal chosen by Zoan.

The nomad then took a pouch from his clothing and paid 28 small coppers up front so that they can leave immediately once they were done eating.

In the meantime, the four were discussing about their state of affairs.

 

"Don't worry, I now know which lizards are poisonous, so I can avoid eating them from now on."

 

"Oh? Ayumi!" A gourd waved.

 

"Hey Jack!" An airhead waves back.

 

"What's up lately?" The gourd patted the seat beside himself.

 

"Oh, not too much?" Comments the airhead whilst combing through her memories, and plops onto the seat next to the gourd.

 

"Say, you know anyone looking for pets?" He randomly asked, ordering dinner for two.

 

"Pests?" Wonders the airhead. "Oh, pets! No, I don't really, sorry." Her mind already off the question, focussed on the upcoming dinner.

 

"Nevermind then. I wonder where can I dump them..." the gourd thanked the barmaid and start cutting into his lamb chops.

 

"Dump what?" The airhead starts rapidly eating her portion, not yet eyeing the gourd's portion.

 

"Those drakes." He pointed at the pitiful drakeling somewhat calmed down on May's lap. "The alternative is to kill them, but perhaps someone would want to buy those."