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"maybe, I am just grabbing a bunch of books right now that is about medicine, so I may...I may not" Smiling at the man and cheerfully speaking to him she turned around and walked back to the books, taking her hands out of her pockets she grabbed the books and walked to the man and setting them down on the table thinking to herself

(....the instructions were intended on getting you lost....bah, note...re-write them so it gives you more time to get the items ready and to give mercenaries more income...I think...)

She then looked at the man once more while brushing some dust off one of the books "so then! Would you like some tea or anything to drink while I continue to search?

Severin frowned at Yami's indecision, but nodded her along through th eprocess of picking up her name, "Yes, my dear, your name is Yami. Do you remember your last name? Tell me everything that comes to your mind.." he said slowly and deliberately.

When Annie arrived with bread, he had to fight to not get sick to ignore his paining stomach, as he remembered he had not eaten that day. He wouldn't eat the woman's bread, as it just didn't feel right when he had enough food at his home to last him. That food was, of course, meat. Human meat, but that was beside the point.

"Ah.. No, no thank you Miss Annie." The Doctor murmured, and resettled his attention on Yami while he continued to speak to Annie. "Perhaps the sisters might like something to eat?"

Emi finished dusting on of the books and just nodded her head at the man and started to ponder about the price, tilting her head a little bit to the left, and then to the right. Once she figured out the price she nodded her head once more, placed one hand in her pocket and the other hand played with the zipper on her jacket "Well...seeing that you had spoken that indeed it is a rare book...it is also a book for medical use, I will price it at.....15,732...that is a rough estimate for the book, unless you have something to trade for it that is worth that value or something to sell to me then...well...price may lower...or if you can give me a decent reason why the price should lower"

speaking more in a business tone, though still cheerful, Emi nodded her head once more...thinking that it was a little to high for a book...but if it is something that is rare and something that is more medical and not many people could easily read...let alone use...well...as Emi though, she would indeed get a high and good price for the..."borrowed" book

At first glance one would assume that the place was a warehouse of sorts. There were things thrown about in no particular order or at least not to the trained eye. Everything was set up to allow the most extreme privacy in conversations of deals in delicate subjects.

Mercy nodded as the man pointed to a table and acknowledge them as customers. She was rather hungry and that pastry would not have done it for her, but she had to remember not to get to much as one when full becomes sleepy and in a position like hers, one's looks and abilities were to look up to high standards. She smiled at Zasar, "Well, now that we got in and have a table, what is there to 'member about?" She took to the woren old wing chair that was pulled into the table.

Mercy galnced at the woman who seemed to be busy with her cleaning of the rather ratty wooden bar set up. There was a stove set in the back room that was only visible when the old man disappeared behind the door.

"So, are you on duty or pleasure right now?" Mercy watched as the woman brought two pints of liquid. The woman was eyeing them, sizing them up to wee what they would do; would they pay or run seemed to be painted plainly on her face. "Would you feel better if we paid for the items now?" Mercy pulled out the pastry she had bought earlier before meeting the captain, "Would you like this or would a coin suit your needs more?" She eyed the woman who was turning red from embarrassment.

"Sorry, miss...I didn't mean to pry or such," she bowed slighty as she whimpered but her eyes were set on the pastry. "I just wanted to make sure you could pay...but I see now that you can..." she moved away.

"Take the pastry as the payment for drinks, I figure if it'll warm the bones it might be worth me not catching a chill," Mercy said taking a gulp, the liquid smelt foul but tasted sweet as it burnt its way down her throat. She coughed a moemnt, "Just keep them coming as much as the pastry pays for."

The woman took the treat with hesitation but once she had hold, she rushed off to the back.

"Now, as I was saying," Mercy eyed Zasar to see if he would say anything of the incident, "Here looking for work or are ya working for someone?"

Zasar set about busying himself with such small tasks as fixing his scraggly, greyish bleach hair, adjusting his vest, and repositioning his hat (attempting to smooth out the crooked purple feather).

Despite the less-then magnificent bar set up, he felt the need to look his best. He obviously didn’t go out too often. At least not to such public places as bars.

Choosing a seat, he carefully tested the chair (is creaked loudly under the large man), before lazing back comfortably, resting his hands on the tabletop. “Ne’er really worked fer ‘nyone.” He let out a slight chuckle. “I help move stuff, ‘round the docks n’ some parts’ve theh city, mostly the city, since, you know, no’in really at theh docks. No real reason teh be. Doesn’t bringn’ much teh eat, but it works out.”

The girl in front of her had seemed on the brink of shedding tears....tears that Yami couldn't possibly find the reason why. She stared at the small locket placed in her lap, and at the same time...could see its replica, hanging down from her neck. The doctor had referred someone as sisters...and putting the puzzle pieces together..."We...are sisters?" she asked, looking at Hikari.

Mercy choked down the burning liquid as he talked. She been grateful that the drinks were strong and warmth, though she would never ask what was in them, they weren't upleasant even if the smell of the concotion that of a wet dog. Moving objects? Hmm, a don't ask, don't tell, kind of job. That seems pretty safe as one does make some kind of living off of it," she tapped the now half emptied glass.

She had gulped down a lot to get that chill out of her bones, she would not want to get sick, it was dangerous to get sick especially here. She shook her head a moment to grip reality again and looked around, other then them and the bartender wife and husband there was one or two drunk slobs there drinking away the last of their livers. Where was their food? She was hungry and she was not patient when she paid for or going to pay for the item.

"So, no sea work for you? I would think there would be need of a pirate some how, some way or are you a loyalist that won't commit an assisination?" she raised her right eyebrow at him. It would e interesting to know if he was a killer, even if it was for a little money to survive.

Didn’t take a gulp from his mug right away, pulling it over and resting a large hand over the top as their conversation rolled on. After he finished, and Mercy began her reply, he tilted his head back and dumped a good deal of the liquid down his throat. He gave his head a harsh shake and rolled his shoulders afterwards, before placing the cup back down and leaning forward to meet Mercy eye to eye. “Well, fer one, ‘tis not safe teh be out’n the wa’ers, part’ve why’m here.” He paused to glance down at his mug.

“I’ve killed a lot’ve people n’ me time, bein’ a pirate n’ all, ‘tis part’ve raidin’ n’ pillagin’ n’ all theh nasty stuff you do when you do’t. But I's never paid teh do't. I won’t be paid teh kill some’un, I won’t. Doesn’t suit theh way I work, n’ I doubt I’d be too good’ve a sneak teh do’t ‘nyways. I'm too loud, n' ’m jus’ too good ‘it causin’ a scene.” He seemed to find this faintly amusing, and chuckled.