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[attr="class","dialogue"]It kind of smelled like sweat. Crinkling her nose, Herja pulled away from the top of her mug. She hazarded a glance towards the bartender—his back was turned, polishing a glass—before letting the displeasure show on her face. It was the cheapest on offer.
Almost shamefully, Herja had withdrawn from the measured coastal temperature of mid-day Raque. Technically, she was off-duty; she wasn't wearing her mantle in an attempt to blend in with the city. Most of her day she'd spent doing busywork at base. Figuring she needed a break, she stumbled onto the tavern, where patronage was low and the atmosphere was aloof. Raque's upper-middle-class seemed only as friendly as they needed to be from Herja's experience—the most sense of merriment in the place came through hoity-toity laughter reverberating from an upper floor.
This was just how Herja liked it, though: everyone was consumed in their own drinks and business. Practically no one noticed her no one noticed her or bothered to care. It felt nice to sit front and center at the bar without even an inkling of attention.
Yeah, she sought to convince herself, it's good that no one cares. She could pore one out for her first month serving the kingdom. A month with no solid connections made outside of professionalism... Just herself, alone.
Cheers to a month without going insane. Dourly, Herja put the mug to her lips wherein the drink tasted just as it smelled.
With the contents of his assignment finally completed, Kusa decided to reward himself with a moment of reprieve. Alongside a member of the Crimson Lions, Griswold, he had apprehending a mage who was accused of murdering several tourist females. Unfortunately foreigners weren't exclusive to the criminals list as members of the Magic Knights fell victim to his Chained Magic. Needless to say, it had been an extremely long day and the sounds of clinking glassware and banter from the nearby tavern was inviting, despite the fact of its location within the Noble Port of Raque. Were he to travel to a more comfortable setting he'd need to travel further. A sigh escaped his lips as he pulled the hood down from his head, allowing his fur lined head covering to fall to his shoulders before entering the bar.
The first thing that assaulted his senses was the sweet smell of malt, no doubt used to brew the ale kept in the back. A very subtle hint of hops hit the back of his nose causing his mouth to water ever so slightly. The days events drew a thirst, with hunger not too far behind it. In his ebony robe of the Black Bulls Squad Kusa paced towards the bartender, equally eager to quench the dryness in his throat. He sat down next to another member of the Magic Knights, her cerulean robes indicating her position as a member of the Blue Rose. The Squad held a certain niche of fame within the Clover Kingdom as a group of predominant Females who stood shoulder to shoulder with the rest. Although he'd never personally worked with them he'd been advised of their tenacity, some even comparing them to great Females of legend.
Before saluting his fellow Knight with a nod he waved down the bartender. At first he'd assumed his standing as a Commoner would be an issue amongst Nobility but it seemed the owner of the establishment was forward thinking enough to ignore such prejudice. Kusa ordered a light summer ale, something that'd quench his thirst without the following barrage of potent alcohol. While he was waiting for his drink he turned his attention to his left where the shorter lady in blue sat quietly drinking her beverage. He offered her a nod, a common courtesy among those who served the Magic Emperor "Evening. Another busy day for the Rose's today?"
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[attr="class","dialogue"]Herja didn't know what to make of the guy at first glance. Instinctively, her attention went to the insignia on his mantle, even when he pulled off his hood. Some type of bovine skull... It looked almost demonic, really, in combination with the occult black color of the robes.
He nodded at her, and Herja returned a smile and a nod herself—oh, that was it: the symbol marked him as a member of the Black Bulls. Herja remembered one thing and one thing only about the Bulls, from her knight exam that previous winter. Squinting up through the blaring sunlight at the captain's perch at the peak of the amphitheater, a girl leaned over and whispered into her ear: "That big guy, Watanabe? I'd rather kill myself then join his squad."
So the Black Bulls weren't known for exceptional service in Herja's experience, albeit said experience was limited. In regards to socialization, Herja considered herself an optimist, anyway. She found the good in people. And she especially needed some good conversation now, if ever. She more or less invited the fellow knight to sit beside her, a look cast warm and inviting over the edge of her glass.
'Another busy day for the Roses,' he remarked. Huh. Herja felt around her beltline, in a spark of familiarity, and clutched her magic knight pall repurposed, tied at her waist. So she'd brought it anyway. She chuffed in good humor.
"Good eye," Herja rasped. "But no, not really. Base feels kind of empty actually, so it's nice to be out."
She put her drink down and offered the acquaintance a hand to shake. "I'm Herja, Junior 5th."
The Elf took her hand into his own, shaking it while introducing himself "Kusa, Junior Fifth also. I take it my robes explain which Squad I belong to." He took a small swig of the summer ale, its slightly sweet contents tickling the tongue. The perfect treat after a long day. Kusa rarely frequented this particular establishment, in fact he made it an effort not to stay longer than was required in the Noble Regions. But he had to admit there was a certain aura of calm within the place, despite the expected rowdy few that celebrated too hard. In certain ways the commoners and nobility weren't so different.
"Can't say I've ever met a Rose before. At least not in an unofficial capacity. Seen your Cap'n enough times though. Can't say I've ever met such a powerful Woman before" he reminisced on the time he'd seen her standing on the balcony amidst the Magic Knight exams. She radiated a unique authority that seemed different from the other Captains of the Order even if she physically seemed unimposing.
