Reno jumped from hearing the low deep voice... and quickly looked back at sheepie, " well i came to this tavern to take a break for a short while" she smiled weakly. "and i also came here to help i mean i am a healer after all that's what i like to do!" she jumped up.

"maybe get some new gear and weapons... oh i some new skills" she said wondering "is i can find the person that sells them too me... this town is so big" she whined finishing off her second glass of drink.

soon she heard the loud castanic come in the tavern as everyone stared at him. He seemed a little uptight and scary... reno wouldnt know what to say to him. So she was going to keep her distance.

- That is not what I am talking about., - says Baraka the last thing I would mean would be disrespect, I apologize if my question was baring any hint of distrust.
Longshans leans at the well removing his helmet ( he would never sit uninvited at the table). His hand runs through his thick beard.
- You see, Argons are lifeless machines, their actions are pushed forward by someone or ... something not by their own free individual will. They do not feel pain, remorse, fear, they never grow tired. An opponent not to be trifled with. The federation has fended them off for several decades. I myself have fought in many battles against them, we have broken down their supply lines, wiped out their outposts and patrols, yet they keep advancing. The knowledge of the enemy gives more opportunities to strike back swiftly and precisely. - Baraka pauses for a moment looking at his spiked gauntlet.
And though I have never seen Argons bleed some rumors are spreading around about the change in their behavior, and that the ones that are cut down on western frontiers spill something black and viscous. If the Argons are changing, - Longshans looks into sheepies eyes,- we must know what they are plotting before it is too late.
Veterans eyes slip over the table and stop on tiny elin. He opens his mouth to say something, but gets rudely interrupted by a Castanic lancer that sit at the table.
Longshans's, does not seem to be irritated, in fact his eyes narrow. He is amused by Castanic's pompous behavior. He is also interested what will the elin and elf do next. Veteran starts to pet his beard slowly...

In the wake of the noise and cacophony caused by the current Castanic male within the tavern, the room was slowly returning to it's semblance of individual peace and conversation. In the wake of what had just happened, and the discussions circulating about the Argon and the Island of Dawn, another figure stepped through the door. This male, for it was indeed a male by the openness of his leather chestpiece and the manner in which he carried himself, was also a Castanic. He didn't cause a scene when he'd entered, however, and his green eyes scanned the inhabitants nearby before he made his way to a single chair, turning it so that the back was to the wall.

The male was slightly taller than average size, the garments he wore were somewhat plain, red and black as though to represent Castanica. What really made him stand out was the large sword he set at his side, a Lion's head guard over the hilt and the way it seemed to shine even outside the light was testament to the care worked upon it. From the looks of his armor, and the scars seen from his open chest, it was obvious he'd not come fresh off the boat himself, an able veteran.

"Caelion? I thought you were on the western frontier! Restationed so soon?" The words came from a Castanic waitress, to whom Cael smiled softly. "I was, but after three weeks of fighting off Argon forces and wildlife, my company was whittled down to a shadow of what it was. I'm given leave until they put together another party." He spoke casually, but everything about the male spoke of a certain surety of self, a confidence he really didn't hide.

The waitress nodded, "I'll get you the usual, then. No sugar." Cael nodded his thanks and turned once more to regard the occupants of the room. There was an Elin, and a few elves, but a Baraka seated at a table seemed to be a beacon of attention, even the male who'd entered before him was seated at the table. "Haven't seen too many Baraka about. This is a pleasant surprise." While he didn't speak loudly enough to be heard over the returning din, he didn't exactly whisper it - either.

Reno listened to the big Baraka speak in his low tone there was something about his voice that scared her but she kept her thoughts to herself as she stared at him. She listened about to the talk about all the argons... would she be helping aid people fight these so called things that he was speaking of.

She looked around and the other castanic that walked in like he had been here before. Reno felt so outta place in her tiny little elin outfit dress that went to just below her butt her tail hanging out a little hole in the back of her dress.

She stared around the room keeping quiet and just bobbing her head from side to side as she listened to conversations. Reno figures she spoke enough in her high voice to annoy everyone.

As Caelion commented on Baraka and being sure that he was the only one in the Tavern at the moment. Longshans's eyes slip from the lancer at the table to a newcomer.
- A Castanic that does not show off is a rare sight nowadays,- Baraka says to himself in silent approval. His eyes measuring Caelion stop on the handle of the sword. Longshans slowly took out a perchament and handed over to elin at the table,- the detailed map of Velekia -, he said. - it will assist, should you need to seek a trainer, a vendor or a guard post to ask for further directions. - he adds. - But now you must excuse me for a moment I have an argent meters to attend to, - with these words Baraka officer takes of and walks swiftly towards Caelion. As he comes closer to him it becomes more evident that Castanic swordsman is the person that he was suspecting him to be, everything from the modest behavior to the lion heart crest matched.
Caelion was not waring any military rank identification so Longshans addressed him informally, but politely.
- Pardon me, but it seams that I have something that would be of an interest to you, you see I was a commander of the recovery team sent out to bring your platoon back, unfortunately the bureaucracy played its part and the official order for our departure came too late... we failed to arrive on time,- Baraka lowers his head. By the time we came the survivers left the site on their own. We came across the Argon battalion however, it is not much but it might ease your pain knowing that none of them left alive. We found a mortally wounded prisoner in their possession, from the look of it they have torcherd poor fella for information. Before his last breath he asked me to tell someone closely resembling you that Argons fell for his trick, that majority of invasion force will be at "the place" ,as he stressed it, that you know, in three days. Also his last wish was to return this.

Baraka shuffles through his travelers sack and takes out a tiny purple pouch of velvet, a silver string tied around it into a puzzle knot is securing its contents. One end of the string ends with silver-tine medal, "C&L" letters are engraved on it in Castanic.

Longshans shows the pouch to Caelion,- Do you recognize this? - Baraka asks hoping that castanic swordsman is the right person.

Caelion was watching the Baraka, as the Baraka had watched him, but with the return of the waitress his attention was momentarily lost as he placed a few silvers - far more than the drink cost - into the woman's hand. "Caelion this is--" A smile stifled her protest as the tea was taken and Caelion reclined into his seat, left foot planted upon the floor of the tavern and his right ankle over his left knee. When the Baraka approached, with purpose in his stride, Cael focused on him over the rim of his mug. The tea smelled of lemon and spice and the steam that rose from the liquid wafted about him before he inclined his head respectfully.

"As one of few survivors that remain I say with certainty that we do not blame you for a late arrival. There is nothing you could've done in the situation you were placed in, Friend." He set the mug on the floor beside him, across from his blade, before he folded his arms behind his head. "The fact that those soulless machines were destroyed does give me some comfort, but I'd have been happier had it been my blade that slew them, though I suppose that is selfish." Me motioned to a nearby seat with his chin. "Take a seat, I'm no royal to ask you to stand and report."

He smiled warmly, taking the offered pouch of purple and tied string - though he did not open it. "Velurian's, I ordered him to keep this and the contents within safe. He did his duty, if you wound up with it." Cael spoke quietly, almost as though to himself, before he pulled the string slightly so that the pouch was opened enough to view within. He remained quiet for a moment, his smile faltering briefly, before he closed his fist around the pouch and re-tied it.

"Another to add within my tome, but that is for another time. Have a seat! This need not be a completely sad occasion, especially if you've been out fighting. Share your name, and perhaps you can tell me how the frontier is doing?" His half smile was back, as though it had never been lost.

Reno had taken the map that the big Baraka had offered her with out even getting the chance to say thank you. As she unraveled the map and begin to look at the map she tried to figure where she one on it. To be honest she had a horrible sense of direction and was more a follower then a leader.

Kicking her feet she stared at the map with a weird look on her face as she tried her best to read the map. Still listening to the conversations around her. She was no where near as skilled as the Baraka or the castanic man that were conversing a table away.

She never means to ease drop on people but with her ears being so large is was kinda hard not to. Looking at her map she pointed and screamed "I FOUND IT!" being happy she found where is was finally after looking so hard....

*This is the first I've done one so be nice ><*

Another figure enters the dim tavern, the burning light only allowing the outline of the stranger. As the door closes, the figure of the young Castanic female is able to be made out. A disc placed securely on her back, robes short, exposing her tanned skin, her hair long with wisps of it licking her face. She squints as her eyes slowly adjust to the dim light, observing the patrons of the tavern. Her eyes light up as she spots a small Elin girl, fox ears twitching on the bobbing head. “Adorable” she thinks to herself as a smirk forms on her face. The urge to pounce on her and play with the large ears is almost too much. As she’s about to move from the entryway she quickly stops herself as she notices the other individuals surrounding the fox-eared girl. “Hmm… Elves… perhaps not” she thinks to herself. She sighs and blows a piece of her sage green hair from her face. “Next time little fox-girl” she says quietly under her breath. She decides a place closer to the barkeep would be best and slowly makes her way, long hair flowing behind her. She looks to her side noticing a rather large sword as she walks by, its owner listening curiously to the words of a Baraka. Finally making it to the bar, she crosses her arms on the bar top and leans over, looking dangerously at the barkeep the way a predator looks at prey. A smirk forms across her lips again and in her silky smooth voice requests a drink. She turns her back to the barkeep and leans back against the bar, drinking from her mug, occasionally peering at the odd groups.

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Cael looked up to the woman as she sauntered by, another new face in an old place. Coupled with the shout from the Elin not too far away with her map and Cael was suddenly aware of how lively the tavern had become. He still awaited a response, or movement, from the Baraka before him but took the time to smile pleasantly to the Elin as well. "Congratulations." It wasn't meant as an insult or sarcasm, just Cael being Cael.

He leaned slightly to the side to pick up his mug and one again taste the spiced Castanican tea before he turned his head back towards the bar, regarding the woman who'd just arrived. A female Castanic, the disc giving her away as one of the more magically oriented adventurers around. "Afternoon to you as well, Miss." Two fingers to his forehead and pulled away were given as a casual salute.

"Seems there are some interesting people out and about today, certainly." He leaned farther back into his chair as he spoke.