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"I'm okay." Mitsu called back. She was in the bathroom a bit longer before she finally turned the water off and emerged. Her shirt was wet at the front and she was trying to sooth out the material to help it dry. "The water came out of the faucet faster than I realized." Making her shirt a little on the transparent side.

Making her way back to the bed she sat down gingerly and proceeded to rub Shun's back again. "The bath is ready just....hot."

When Mitsu finally came back around she opened her eyes blinking heavily before she squinted against the light. Her head tilted up to look at Shun sitting at the edge of the bed watching her, a lazy smile crossing her lips. "I...think I got too hot." She murmured pushing her hair out of her face.

Mitsu couldn't honestly say what had transpired beyond the bath or how she had gotten to this room. "Are you feeling any better?" She asked this as she sat up slowly, feeling a little fatigued at the moment.

She nodded a little but it seemed to bother Shun from what she could tell. Smiling again she rested her head on his shoulder, her head tilted enough so that she could look into his good eye. "I'm fine. Nothing some cold air won't fix." Giving his hand a light squeeze she looked toward the window.

"Do you think you'd be up for walking back to Jenna's?" She paused for a moment before adding. "I'm not entirely sure where we are." She had walked for a while before she had given up and stopped here. Which was why Shun had ended up with a new shirt.

Mitsu had gathered up her things but had left her jacket off for the time being. As soon as they were out the door she paused and closed her eyes and took in a deep breath of cool air. "Yes." She nodded, opening her eyes again so that she could follow her reaper.

"We never did look at the pictures at the Red Moon Tavern." Something else had happened entirely and one way or another they had forgotten and ended up at this Inn. "Do you think we can stop by there first? No drinks." She added. Though it was still hard to believe that Hot Chocolate and Hot Carob would make them act that way.

Smiling softly Mitsu nodded, walking up beside Shun to take hold of his arm while he lead the way to the tavern. It didn't take long to get there. Either Mitsu had taken a large circle to get back where she was or...she thought her journey was longer than it really had been.

Not sure which it was she ignored that for now as she entered the tavern again, the room feeling much the same as it had yesterday.

Only this time the man behind the bar looked up, spotted them, and came around the bar to approach them.

His steps were deliberate and full of authority, his focus entirely on them. Mitsu wondered why he was coming their way and tried to think about yesterday but some of it was kinda blurry. Had they done something wrong? Had they offended him in some way? Shun had gotten her to start dancing maybe that wasn't socially acceptable here. Her heart began to clench up in panic as she watched the man draw nearer. It was hard to gauge his expression since his eyes were shadowed by his brow.

"About yesterday, I-"

"I'm sorry." Mitsu blurted out looking sheepish all of a sudden.

He rose a brow, dark eyes almost visible below his eyebrows. "Not sure why Lass but okay. But you left here in a hurry yesterday before you looked around and the more I thought about it I started to remember where I had heard the name Gavin Lupus before." He turned just enough so that he could point up the stairs. "You should be able to find his picture easily enough on the second floor."

"O..oh," Mitsu said quietly. "Thank you." The bartender nodded and returned to his station while she followed Shun toward the stairs.

The noise downstairs became a little muffled as they rose to the second floor and it was there they were greeted with trophies and pictures that lined the walls down to the different rooms that were no doubt where guests stayed. Mitsu wasn't sure what she was looking for but approached the first picture she saw on the wall of a tall well built man and read the sign under it.

"Stu Turner. Winner of the Strong Man Competition. He won by being able to deadlift just under fifteen hundred pounds." She tilted her head. "It's dated twenty five years ago." Moving a little further she tilted her head looking at another picture and read the caption again. "William Scott. Winner of the Pie Eating Contest. Ate seventeen pies in twenty minutes.....what...is all this?"

"Record Holder?" Mitsu couldn't remember him ever telling a story about that. She would have thought that would have been the highlight of anything he would have told them about his younger years. Instead all she could remember were the stories he told of his time at the Red Moon Tavern hanging out with his friends and the fun they had. They had plotted grand adventures and made up games and even worked here for a time. Mitsu could even remember the story he had told her about the day her mother had walked through the door and he had seen her for the first time. It was her favorite story because she could still remember the way her father's eyes twinkled with recollection and love.

"I wonder...what kind of record." Now she was curious, her eyes looking at the pictures shortly before glancing at the signs to make sure she wasn't overlooking her father. She didn't linger long when she didn't see him or his name and went on to the next. What kind of thing would he be good at she wondered? Maybe it was something like the first guy she saw. He had been strong from what she could remember. Or maybe it was for his work in the forge. She could remember him crafting things though never anything as fancy as weapons.

It was when she was mid way down the hall that she stopped in front of a trophy that had a large frothy mug at the top of it and a picture on the wall above it. Her eyes settled on the man in the picture who looked well beyond drunk, laughing with a pint of something held high in one hand and some poor guy's head locked under his other arm. There were several people around him all laughing as well and comparatively he was on the taller side, large square shoulders and a build that said he was made for hard manual labor. He couldn't have been any older than in his early twenties, his hair pitch black, short and choppy and the beginnings of a thick beard creeping down his jaw.

Despite the fact that he was younger Mitsu couldn't have mistaken him. Her fingers reached out to touch the picture by his face. "I-It's my dad." When she finally managed to pull her eyes away from the picture she looked down at the plaque under it. "Gavin Lupus. Winner of Howling Crest's Drinking-" She paused as she read the last word over and over again. "...drinking competition.......He won by being the last on his feet after drinking a liter of vodka and twenty seven pints of beer in less than an hour." Her brows furrowed at the sign as she turned from it to the picture again and then back at the sign. "W.....what?"