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How typical. The rainshower stopped as soon as a suitable establishment for shelter presented itself on the horizon, overhanging a tossing ocean. Danuka cast her dark, absorbing gaze to the heavens, considering that it was probably best to seek a roof over her head before a second cascade fell from the eddying grey clouds. She tightened her long fingers around the strap of her shouldered travel bag before continuing on at a slightly quicker pace, her hooves propelling her at speed toward the building.

Mud caked her feet from the journey and Danuka waited outside at the door, clacking them sharply against the ground in an effort to shake off the excess. Her long tail flicked from side to side, the water that soaked it flying off in droplets; her red hair - on head, tail and calves - was undeniably wet and tangled. The building was an inn according to its sign; Danuka couldn't wait to rent a room and clean herself up. Satisfied she couldn't possibly make herself any cleaner with her current resources, she brushed a hand against the door to push it open and proceeded inside.

Danuka allowed the door to swing closed behind her, lingering in the entrance until her eyes had adjusted to the dim light. Taverns didn't get much more traditional than this, it seemed, as she glanced over the contents and, most importantly, the occupants. Numerous unfamiliar faces greeted her, but Danuka was used to seeing those. After a second, she spied the bar, where two figures seemed to be engaged in conversation - she could tell they were acquaintances, so Danuka made an effort not to disturb them as she walked towards it, already tugging a leather pouch from her belt. It contained a myriad different coins and currencies from her travels, some of which she spilled onto the counter as she tried to determine which would be most acceptable for this area.

felix walked over to ziven, putting the egg in his bag after a stranger commented on it, he noticed ziven was talking to someone, andhe sat down on a sofa in a corner, he started reading some of his dragon book again.

Stepping inside, Kurohito made his way to a table as he sat down. Reaching for his small blue bag on his side, he withdrew a mirror and a small plastic container of water. Grabbing a wooden bowl and a washrag he set them down on the table surface and removed his eyepatch. The eyepatch came off as a large hole appeared where it was, covered in dirt, blood, grime, and other unpleasant things. Puring the water in the bowl, he took the washrag and soaked it, as he started to wash gently thre hole and it's interior.

He continued to look in the mirror as he scrubbed the outer edge, revealing scarred tissue and wrinkled skin around the socket from the layer of horrendous dirt and filth. "Have had this injury since I was younger than yourself." He said with a laugh as he turned, the washrag hanging out of the hole and the end of it laid against his face. "I have not cleaned it in two years." He said as he reached up and grabbed a millipede that was attempting to squeeze out of the eyesocket by pressing against the rag. "I thought I felt something." He said as he took it and bit into it's midsection, swallowing the front end of it. He looked to her as he held the squirming and oozing bottom section out to her. "Would you like it?" He said as he smiled.

He looked at trhe squirming lower half as he took the end of it to his mouth and with a loud slurping noise the body went flat as the juice and meat enter his mouth. He swished it around as her swallowed, setting the bottom skeleton on the table. "46, 47 in two days." He said as he looked her over, reaching up as he removed the rag. His hand went to his pocket as he pulled out the whiskey. Opening the canteen, he poured it into the socklet and reached for his flint and steel. Looking at the ceiling, he struck it several times as finally the whiskeyt in the socket went up in flame." Dear, in my bag there is a small, glass dome with a rope on it, can tyou get it for me please?" He asked as he pointed to the small blue bag on his waist.

Looking at Felix, she smiled kindly. "You may not wish to watch this, little one." she said softly before going to Kurohito, fetching his bag, and searching for the requested item. She found them and quickly pressed them in to his hands, then returned to where she had been standing, several feet away from him.

She could not resist the urge to rub her own eyes at that point an odd mixture of empathy and apathy flowing through her. She nodded her head to acknowledge what he said but did not watch this, instead electing to walk about the room straightening things up. "I hope that goes well."

She turned to Felix and smiled brightly. "Proud, wonderful creatures they are. Would you care to meet one?" she asked brightly, wandering over to his side again. "My father and Bjartskular are here, I am sure they would love company."