Good, that was probably the best thing she heard all day. Honestly, sleeping anywhere right now didn't bother the girl, after all, when you grew up finding just a newspaper and a bench to be a good place to sleep in a cold, rainy day, you learned not to complain about where you slept. And at the moment, even the rocky base of the volcano known as Mt. Pheara seemed comfortable, so long as she had some food in her stomach.
Seraphim was a girl of simple tastes, often striving for protection at times, but overall, just wanting things to go her way. And if it didn't, she often let her fists do the fixing or arranging things to be how she wanted it to. She didn't care who she had to hurt or break, to her, such a thing was simply a form of entertainment. But right now, she was too tired to even care about such things, and wasn't picky. With Alison anyway, she had learned to be a bit more flexible in her preferences, and just felt more laid back since she barely had much free time to begin with. Thus, here she was, barely awake after a massive double-shift, covered in dirt, her crimson eye half open, standing over a pan that had batter in it over an open flame, nearly just falling face first into it as she felt like she could have fallen asleep right here.
God she hated every moment of this. Maybe she'd be more comfortable in prison? Three meals a day, a bed and shelter, a place to have all the fights she wanted. Not so bad if you asked her. But... she wouldn't have a good friend by her side, and that was what shrugged away such a thought for Seraphim. Truth be told anyway, even though she was practically a slave to her work, she longed for freedom. She wanted to grow wings and break away from this tormenting life and just go somewhere that she didn't need to care about anything else except for joy.
'Heh... I'm really starting to sound pathetic.' Her thoughts were interrupted, as was her tired state when the door was knocked on, putting her back into a more aware state, blinking a few times as she looked around. "Er... Alison? Can you get that?" She asked with a dumbfounded look on her face, wondering who would want to see this Hell-hole of a place. Unless it was.... 'Nah.. couldn't be.'
~Seraphim Harmonia
[NPC - Fathia]
Fathia's grin quirked from the corner of her lips, a shine in her orange eyes that resembled a beautiful topaz, that same sparkle that caught Azel's attention yesterday when they first met. Honestly, she was really excited about this, she knew she couldn't have done this on her own. And with Azel, she had an honest, fair shot at this all. "Well then, sounds like it's a date then~" She chimed, taking a brief look at herself in the mirror, her lips briefly moving to the words 'Damn I look good' before she stretched her arms up, giving Azel a nice view.
"Oh, by the way, with as many jewels as you had in that sword of yours, I would have thought you had an emerald stud in your peeps." She commented with a lighthearted laugh, seeming to really take some joy in Azel's company and teasing him a little. The two really seemed to hit it off well having just met yesterday, and she wanted to give him that same feeling before she gave a little tease of a kiss on his lips, breaking away with a warm breath upon his skin, her smile still lingering as she broke the moment with a cheerful announcement, her brief moment of seduction immediately becoming a giddy little tone. "Well then~ let's be off, captain." She said with a salute, not seeming to question the First Mate part, going with it pretty smoothly. As a thief herself, she seemed to know more than she gave off, perhaps even she had been to Tralst before even? She never did tell Azel where she was from. As a matter of fact, she didn't tell him a whole lot, aside from her love of jewels, seeming to love his sword and joking that she would steal that as well.
The two would leave quickly, paying her tabs that's needed, but making sure Azel paid his own, before heading out to the streets. They were near the main streets of the town, having the luxury of cobblestone roads, and spared the site of most drunkards or people who were at a lower standard of living. In fact, one could say they were in the richer quarters of the city, and off to the north they had a nice view of the large volcano, which she had wasted no time in briskly walking towards, actually walking backwards with her hands behind her head like she was reclining. "So... what's this about a first mate, hm?" She said with a big, cheeky smile, certainly dropping her sweet and seductive act for now, looking more like an innocent young woman in her early twenties than the thief that she was.
[Narration post]
Costs for food range anywhere from 3gil to 10gil depending on quality. There is a variety of family run restaurants, most welcoming in travelers with open arms. The most popular are in the center of the town at the more wealthy district, or even Pheara's root located at the base of the mountain, known for it's fine dining for a cheap price.
Atrozeon would find himself getting a lot of stares as he slipped out of the Old Yellah in, even as he tried to remain incognito. The guards around the entryways between districts and streets of the town would give similar gazed, eyeing him warily, leaving their aloof states as they casted an almost glaring gaze. People seemed.. quiet around him, like he was a cursed or marked man. Fortunately, no one actually decided to approach the man, mostly because of the fact that he was in the more unwealthy district of the town, and few had the courage to say anything about him, even the guards despite their glares. Few people even seemed to leave or enter the apartment like complexes, all except for one young man garbed in a tunic and slacks, rather simple clothing that fit the scene around him (Hiwa). Aside from all the strange glares, nothing seemed too off at the moment, but there was certainly a few people whispering amongst each other about Atrozeon's presence.
