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He should have tensed, but he did not. The hand on his shoulder was not the same slender, supple frame as before, and the feeling that radiated from it could scarcely be called divine. It could not be described as mortal or human either, but nevertheless he found himself curiously unperturbed by it. Soren merely stopped and turned to face whoever addressed him.

He thought that presence seemed familiar. The face that met his cold, burgundy eyes immediately set off memories he feared he had forgotten, although when they came upon him he did not feel relief or happiness or satisfaction. Soren just assessed the images in mute acknowledgment. The hair, the eyes, the robes, the aura... A darkness surrounded memories that were attributed with the young man who stood before him now, looking mildly inquisitive. It seemed to Soren that he was trying to suppress something.

"What business is it of yours?" were the first words out of his mouth. Quiet surprise stirred inside, since he did not expect anything like that out of himself. At the same time he was not entirely startled. Brashness had not been unlike him back in Tellius, after all. Soren blinked at the young man, then bowed his head in a gesture he understood to be humble. "Excuse me. It's been a while." Rudeness would put him far and away to any advantages regarding people, after all. The sage was scarce to make any enemies if it would gain him nothing.

"I must have been away to undertake strenuous studies by myself. I cannot recall for certain. But I am back to resume my duties, if I will be accepted back among the guild's ranks," Soren continued impassively. His tone was formal, straightforward, and that was normal of him. But he had a feeling this would overlap with even personal or casual situations. This itself stirred a small fragment of wonder. "I understand that a figure similar to myself might have tarnished my image, but nevertheless I would rather fail than take no action at all."

His eyes did not waver on Rei's form. "You ask me this because you wish to clarify something. Have I cleared any doubts, fulfilled any curiosity?"

"Isn't it?" giggling in the process as she looked at the other brooch. Her eyes peered over a set of other brooch then moved to the stand next to it, taking the bear pin with her as she had plans to purchase the object. There were obviously more of them, but this part included hair clips. She picked up one that was shaped like a butterfly, the shaping the wings were outlined with glass beads and our large glass stones shaped like a tear were marked as their wings. A small, light tassel hanged from the bottom. It was in the color of a dark violet.

Elly picked up the object and walked over to Tristai, raising her hand and holding the object up on the side of her head. She tilted her head, seeing if it suited the girl at all or anything. She smiled, nodding with satisfication and headed toward the clerk. Once everything was done, paid for and wrapped, Elly walked back over to Tristai and handed her the hairpin/hairclip. Course, she didn't have to do such a thing, but she wanted to. Besides, the ranger looked cute with it on. Elly simply smiled and swayed where she stood.

((Reference to the pin))

Whoa! Farina thought with a face of shock when Elly suddenly decided to leave. The pink haired woman followed shortly after the shy girl. Did Farina really talk that much? Alone again, heh?

She then heard the cook. "Oh, strawberry's good. Soe sugar for the tea, please. Thanks, mate!" Yes, she was going to get sugar high for the day. It would be most unfortunate if she got a sugar crash.

Smiling at Blossom, Ziaram said, "Yeah the cakes are good. All right, one of them will do. Also, if you have some, then a glass of nomadic tea? If not water will do. Thank you." He understood that manners counted in a restaurant...especially right now when the bouncer was someone larger, and stronger, than himself. Yet even though there was that fact, Ziaram did not tend to be rude to people...unless he had a good enough reason to be rude. Blossom had never done anything to make him want to be rude, and also it was not a smart thing to be mean to any female. No matter what, it would always end up worse in the long run.

Blossom noted this order away, too. "All right. Nomadic tea and a cake. I'll have that out right away!" She tucked the pad away in her pocket, then rushed right to the kitchen, dropping the money from Sunil's order into their cash register.

Blossom cooked as quickly as she could, especially with the fact that, well, the kitchen was empty when she had ran in. She could hear someone bustling about nearby, and she decided to take that as Vika arriving at the bar to take inventory as she set a teapot filled with water on the stove to boil while she busied herself preparing the focaccia bread. While that baked, she sliced the beef, rubbed the right spices on top, and then put it down on the grilltop to sear. The teapot was whistling now, high-pitched and rather annoying, and Blossom moved it off of the heat to finish with the meat. The foccacia bread was finished at that point, thankfully. The meat was cut, herbs sprinkled on top of the meat, now resting atop the foccacia bread, and sat for a moment while Blossom readied Rain's coffee and Ziaram's tea. With both mugs steaming, a cake fetched, and the beef on toast all gathered on a tray, Blossom exited the kitchen again, using her hip to open the door.

"All right! Beef on toast and black coffee for you..." Blossom balanced the tray against her side with one arm while using the other to set Rain's food in front of him, then went to Ziaram. "...and cake and tea for you." Blossom smiled, looking to both of them expectantly.

[[Pretend she told them how much it cost, okay? :P

And now for Amelia in SAME POST]]

Amelia nodded to the man, watching as he studied his bags. Was he looking for something in particular? She simply received the bag he offered to her, not commenting when she realized how lightweight the bag was. "Whatever you're willing to let me carry," Amelia responded. She shifted her grasp on the bag, trying not to crush the delicate things inside by holding the bag too roughly. She smiled back at him, taking note of the stripes. Kind of like Lyre, actually...

"It's Amelia. My name's Amelia. And what's yours?" She resisted the urge to look back and see if she could spy a tail. If he wanted to tell her what he was, he could. He was sort of wearing that hooded cloak for a reason, after all.

"The name's Rajin Cyphers. It's nice to meet you, Amelia." Rajin replied as he let out a smirk. His fang was showing quite noticeable.

"C'mon. I'll show you to the Duke's Head." Rajin called out before turning around and headed down the path. Along the path, they were discussing various topics such as last night party and their business. Sometimes the tiger would complain about the new cook in the Duke's Head, saying something about "Old man needs to lighten up about his privacy." However he did offer the beorc that if she had free time, he could offer her lunch for helping him out, explaining that the new cook brought business to the Duke Head.

"It really changes the pace at the Duke's Head. Not saying that her business goes slum." Rajin said as he went in the back alley around the Duke's Head tavern. Rajin turned around and took the bag from Amelia.

"Thanks for the help. I'll take it from here. If you have free time, I can pay you lunch at the inn. My treat." The tiger smiled back at Amelia and turned around. As he walked, he could hear the footsteps behind him. Whether Amelia followed him or walked away, he didn't care. Right now, he wanted to get this grocery shopping done and be gone with it. When he reached to the door that led to the kitchen, he noticed that his hands were fulled.

Well, that didn't stop me for nothing. Rajin thought as he lifted his leg and gave a door a kick. The door lock was broken and made a slam noise when it hit the wall. The tiger then entered the room, not caring if he gave some of the cooks a scare.

"Hey old man, I brought the stuff you want!" Rajin yelled at Tibarn as he heaved the stuff onto the kitchen floor.

For about the fourth time, Ghis idly poked the slice of ham, wondering how the heck he'd wound up in the new Boar's Head.

Not that the food was bad or anything--on the contrary, he'd actually become such a gourmet that he always wound up coming here for breakfast (in this case, ham and eggs). But he couldn't for the life of him remember actually COMING here. He vaguely remembered finding the bar at the castle, and singing "Auld Sang Lane" or whatever it was with some other guys, and before he knew it he was here. Might be one o' those sleepwalkin' deals, he thought blearily as he finally brought knife to ham, THEN fork to ham PIECE, and at last ham to mouth.

Tibarn's ears twitched as the door slammed open, and he growled softly as he turned. "Gah, Rajin, you could at least be a little-- oh gods damn," he murmured the moment he spotted Amelia. "Oh, no no no no, this is not right. Amelia," he said, sidling past Rajin and stepping outside, "This is a secret." He reached back, before Rajin could shout another word, and closed the door behind himself. "I don't want people to know about this job, because I don't want them coming and bothering me." He paused and added, "Cough."

He thrust his hands into his pockets and looked down, then up at the wall on his left, blowing a stream of white vapor from his lips. "Why... why are you here? You're not a friend of that lazy cat's, are you?" He looked down at her disapprovingly all of a sudden, as though scolding her for her association.