Lustre:
Soon Lustre to a run-down little place. Well, it wasn't nearly as run down as the falling tower. Everything around here seemed old, except the wooden sign hanging over the door. "The Angelic Tavern," it said. It was written in a fancy cursive font.

Alicia Starmore:
Inside this young tavern with an old facade, the old man spoke to Alicia. "You see that young woman over there?" The old one pointed at a woman with short red hair and in men's clothing in the other end of the tavern. It seemed like she was currently gambling with two drunken men. "The EF is aware this is the place where people desperate for money go so they have stationed a temporary quest giver here. That's her."

Riachi Celanor:
Like the towers, the arrow was made of what was in the area. In this instance, stone. It was surprisingly well made for a stone arrowhead, but it still would be to penetrate plate armour. The body of the arrow was made of a twig.

Lustre:
The commotion inside the tavern was overwhelming for a man like Lustre. Two woodcutters basically yelled to each other about their hate towards anlays. A lady with short red hair in men's clothes gambled with two drunken men. The men seemed to want to kill the woman. In the completely opposite end, where few sat, was a young little person talking with an old man. These two people sat at different tables despite their obvious interaction. Then, of course, there was the tavernkeeper, a man with bags under his eyes, ran around with mugs filled with beer. The tavern was pretty filled, but these were the only people who stood out.

Lustre thought to himself for a bit; he was in the tavern now, but how exactly would he go about getting food? He knew how to exchange medions for products and such, but who should he make that transaction to? He stood around near the entrance for a short while, rubbing his chin, scratching his hair, racking his mind, as he finally came to a conclusion that, to him, was a product of deduction and thought, and to others basic knowledge: He'd have to get in contact with the tavernkeep who was running around with beer to paying customers, and ask him for something to eat. Yes, that's it.

When it seemed like the tavernkeep had a little free time, Lustre decided to pounce. He was ready. With almost comedic timing, his stomach growled. "U-uhm, excuse me? What c-can I get to eat h-here?" He said unintentionally politely, but also somewhat hastily, his eyes still subtly darting around as usual.

Rioichi Celanor:
Now the people of the camp were coming closer. Men, women, children. Now eight people stood in front of him.  All hooded and carrying weapons. Three of them had seemingly well-crafted steel swords. The rest had weapons crafted like much else here. Of stone and wood.
For a moment it seemed like they stopped and just watched this purple-eyed man but it didn't take long before a little girl, seemingly around ten years old, launched herself forward with her stone knife. One of the men took after her but the girl had already come close to Riachi.

Sar'versa, he stood close to the table in which his employer was gambling at. His back facing the wall and his face hid behind his armour. Which his arms crossed, he watched the game closely with his lively orange eyes. This woman's luck was nothing more than cheat tricks he thought, as he watched the woman in men's clothing play with rigged dice. The smell of alcohol floating in the air burnt his nostrils. He could sense the drinks running through the men's blood, and with that he could sense a world of danger ahead. 

Within moments that world soon became his own. The woman in men's clothing suddenly hit the floor, and the drunken man was reduced to a shouting beast. Within moments Sar'versa had sprung off the wall, and ran up to the drunk. Reaching out he grabbed the drunks wrist with his left hand and slammed it down into the table. Rolling his right hand into a fist, he swung down hard into the man's jaw, using all of his weight to give a devastating hit. With the man temporarily dazed, Sar'versa threw the man's wrist up and behind him, effectively throwing him off his chair and onto the ground. Determined to make sure the man wouldn't get back to his feet, Sar'versa acted on his own ruthless accord throwing a sharp kick into the man's head. 

He would of speared the man, yet Sar'versa never liked bringing his spear into close quarters, it made the weapon hard to manoeuvre and fight with. So in close quarters, such as this, he had to reply on his speed and ruthless attitude if he wanted to win. Long fight's in hand to hand where not something he had a good chance in winning, so he needed to be quick and strike first. Stepping back from the man, Sar'versa turned on his heel and helped the woman up from the ground.

Sar'versa:
"Oh for Laios' sake. I'm fine! It was only a little hit," Silvia said while waving Sar'versa's helping hands away and getting up on her own. Afterwards, she placed a foot on the unconscious man's chest. "Not so tough now, are ya?" she said mockingly.
The other drunken man she had played had until now just been sitting there in shock but now he thought it to be a good idea to leave so he ran for the door. "Get him, Sar. The prick still owes me money."

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Alicia Starmore:
"No. It first became like this when Silvia came to town. Oh, that makes me realize, I have yet to tell you her name. The EF woman's name is Silvia Grey. She's one of the reasons the beer has gotten so expensive here. Damage and more customers."