The devil roams.

[Red]

The man walked down the room, toward where Red was standing. He saw the man, stop briefly in front on their table, examining the aftermath of what could have looked like a fight, with some guy half strewn across the floor, hardly able to stand. Red saw that Slyvia was trying to hide, somewhat from the man. Red narrowed his eyes on the man, trying to see if he recognized him, he didn't. But he got the feeling this wasn't going to be a night of calm understanding, he didn't resort to violence very much, but if Slyvia was going to fight, dammit he would protect her rather than strangers.

The man stood next to Red at the bar, some men next to Red turned away on his approach, but Red stood his ground, fingering the buckle of his hilt as he waited. Red threw a glance at the strange man, he seemed to almost, strike fear into the people around him. He had noticed it was rather quiet in the tavern now, the only noise was from the other side of the room. The strange man had scars down his face, and a rugged, badly cut beard. He also had long hair and a dirty jacket that stretched down to the floor. Red produced a small sack of coins from his pack, they jangled and clinked as he got out some coins from it. He picked up the drinks, and started to head back down the room.

"You think you can drag some, horrible dirty outsider in here and freely do as you please? When I'm around? You seem to not know who your passenger is... Some folks say its the devil. To me she's just a low life, who should be banished from civilization." The man said, without looking at Red, nor Slyvia. He was looking straight ahead, with a tankard of ale that dripped down his dirty chin. Red's shoulders relaxed, he turned around. Only to see, most of the men either looking away or straight at him, with a horrified expression, and one still stood at the bar, calm as anything. Red's eyes narrowed for a few seconds, then relaxed. He smiled at the man, with a crooked smile, turned around and carried on.

"You scared Mister? I though I'd at least get to see that poor, goblin trash excuse for a blade in action. Who knows? I may be surprised, but judging by your cowardice in confrontation... I doubt it." Red put the drinks down on the table he found himself next to, turned, hoping at least to see the man facing him, but instead the same man in the same position. But this time, laughing to himself.

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Deciding to keep a low profile until the man had walked away, she brushed back some of her hair which still hung around her face, although she still didn't dare look over at where the man had strayed now. She was just glad, for now, that he didn't recognize her, and during her stay here, she wanted it to remain like that.

Noting that Red had been gone for some time, she slowly raised her gaze to look over towards the counter, the last place she had seen him, and took a sharp intake of breath as she saw him talking with that man. And it didn't look like a friendly conversation, and that wouldn't be too good. As Red placed down the drinks and turned to him, she couldn't help but whisper a string of curses. This was not what she needed right now. So, standing up from her seat once more, and brushing her hair back over, she hoped that it would once more shroud her face in darkness as she strode rather quickly up to the counter.

Once there, with one hand she grabbed Red by the collar and grabbed the drinks with her free hand. Saying in an obviously irritated, but slightly worried tone, she whispered.

"Leave it, idiot." Making her way back to the table, she knew this was not good. He mostly likely would have gotten a good look of her, even with her hair over her face. They needed to get out of here soon before things got messy and very complicated. Oh, how she wished she was back in the forest, where she could put all these stupid worries aside and just live freely, the only worry getting enough food to survive and to find a comfortable place to sleep.

Her mind however snapped back into place as she heard a voice echo through the tavern, making her stop in her place.

"Slyvia, long time no see. Surprised you've come out of your hiding place." The man said to her. Her mouth has gone slightly dry and her heart had begun to beat as adrenaline began to pump through her veins, as if preferring to fight. Giving a sides glances, her blue orbs now fully visible, she gave a narrowed glare as she said with sarcasm.

"Ah, Chester, how lovely to see you again. You've seem to have gotten older, you look like an old man now."