[Saraibre Ryu]

Arima and Fall
Beast Soothesayer and Druddigon
The Seventh Rose

Arima sat at the table within the tavern, off in the corner at a large table with a table cloth draped over it. Her hood was, as usual, over her head and her scarf still hid most of her face that wasn’t covered in a shadow. Her gloved hand had fingers pressed gently against a glass of water; Arima wasn’t one to indulge in the ales and brines of man. She didn’t consider it a natural drink, and being who she was, certainly didn’t like the effects it had on men. Fall certainly didn’t approve of it either, and Arima was never without Fall. Where would a Druddigon be hiding in a tavern? Under the table in this case. So far, no one knew she was there, and anyone who did, stayed away from Arima unless they had a certainly good reason to.

Arima was here to rest, and find out some information on something she had been pursuing; the black blade dragon, however there was also the darkness to worry about. Arima had a hard enough time reminding Fall not to growl at people who walked too close to the table, but she was behaving still. Arima sat with her water, listening carefully to everyone in the tavern for something. Places like these had their secrets.


[Arima is doing a Listen Check on people talking in the tavern for anything interesting.]