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Well, as I am a bit hungry, I do beleive I'll join them for the feast."
Jiroo waved a hand and produce a sheathed blade, Atma, out of the clutches of the Bar. The weapon itself was quite a bit of history, a blade instilled with a part of his own personality, a personality that was a female aspect, and a bit of his own narcisism as well. Still, she would become a welcome companion out on the road.
As far as supplies. A small black pouch of rations were always underneat his coat as habit from his travels. He was not sure just how well food from a demon realm would settle with him, not that he needed such for himself.
Beyond that, he would have to ask the woman more in person. What sort of attire was tolerated in the field? What was his role? As a being of nature, he wondered how darker oriented creatures would take his alignment. Simply because he cared for others he consitered family would it make him dark? Then what of Ariel's own feelings? The Avalin was constantly confused with such brandings and it was worse now that he no longer had a clear enemy to face.
It was part of what made this trip somewhat of a vacation for him. He would have a clear enemy - those that opposed his friend Ariel. So long as he did his best not to lose himself in empathy, he would be fine.
He meandered his way down to the entrance of Ariel's domain, wondering if the Shadow would follow or simply move on to other things.
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(( I may time devide to post Jiroo in the bar with the human, or I may even bring my human character in.))