Welcome to Gaia! ::

{he gets a small warm bloodwine from the bar an then heads for the exit to check the guild out more}

Her back was accustomed to carrying her blade with its sheath banded and tied securely. So, she passed through the doors of this tavern rather stiffly; the sword was like a back brace for excellent posture. She walked through quickly and carefully enough like fluid motion nonetheless. The woman was not much in height nor appearance, but the formality of her placid nature eerily complimented the intensity of a battle arena's tavern. She stood at the empty space for a second as she looked around. The cat tied to her head seemed to see more than her eyes, and both were covered by her hair.

Soon enough, she found comfort on a dog-eared bar stool and daintily sat down. It was too early for a drink really, and so she proceeded to simply watch reruns playing on a mounted television screen. With her head tilted up towards it, one scarred eye peeked through the strands of hair. Occasionally, her fingers dipped into a peanut tray before her, and she twisted the shells off like paper. >crrraach

~He continues sitting there and drinking..his..Sake..~

Kade had discarded her jacket some time ago, as evident by the steam coiling from the ancient appearing teapot. The outside was worn and failed to shine in several places but it did succeed in getting the job done. The water was almost done.

Perched behind the bar, she'd drug a barstool after her. Placing it in front of an earthy colored mug. As the water finished boiling she sat on the stool. Chin resting back in the confines of her hands with her legs twisted around the bottom rungs. Her hair was in disarray, her eyes half closed as an uneasy and tired breath escaped.

As Kadire rose to fetch the kettle, her muscles flexed beneath her skin never faltering in drawing a grimace or two from her face. It would take little to notice the smudges and light colored bruises that disrupted her completion. She had never bought the idea that such marks gave character, really, who's shoulders needed character?

Before settling back on the seat, she gracefully tipped the spout over her mug, a flood of steam fighting against the current as it tumbled from the wide opening. Once it cleared, her attention would fall on the dark green leafy ball that had been resting on the mug's bottom once upon a time. With the hot water's caress it floated and twirled in the glass. It's outer most layer blooming in a green flower. A fury of tiny dried white petals with several breaks of yellow spilling from it's center. In the span of a few minutes an intoxicating floral green tea smell would radiate outward from the cup. And hopefully a sense of rest for the young woman.