Wylliam returned to his camp just outside the city where he planned to spend the night, as opposed to one of the many inns within the city. It wasn't that he was cheap; quite the opposite really. His trip into town had, in fact, so depleted his money purse, that he simply couldn't afford the nightly fare. Wylliam dropped all of his new clothes into his travel trunk and sighed. He was, in a way, uncomfortable being a uni-partisan mercenary, but it seemed the quickest way to end the Aldabran Empire's bloody ambitions. So, he allowed himself to be contracted exclusively by Seseu, pledging to wield his spear only for the Seseuan cause. "Of course," Wylliam assured himself, smiling, "that is only if the Seseuan cause remains one of self preservation." Wylliam walked back out of the tent and looked at the horizon. There was still time before sundown. He decided to return to the eventful bar to pass the time. "Only this time," he chuckled, returning to the tent, "I'm taking my spear."

It was dark by the time Wylliam thought it was finally time to return to camp. However, as he walked toward the town gate, he noticed out of the corner of his eye a shadow leaping from the clocktower. Suicide was common enough these days, but it still made Wylliam uneasy to see the plummeting figure. His unease metamorphed into confusion as he saw the shadow land and roof hop through the town. An interesting end to an interesting day, he thought, leaping in the direction the shadow appeared to be heading.

"Sheesh, this guy's quick," he grumbled, still in his pursuit. Wylliam had prided himself in his ability to leap higher and faster than any man, and yet here was this shadow with whom he was having to go all out just to keep pace. Finally coming within hailing distance, he called out, "Hey, hold up! I'm getting tired, and I want some answers!" Like, how do you leap 50 stories and live, he thought to himself. His ego was becoming very sensitive.

The sun was already setting and if she wasn’t fast, she was going to miss the inn’s and would be forced to sleep under the stars yet again. Not that she had any problem with that, but now and again it was nice to sleep in a comfy bed and be served her food by another instead of hunting it down herself. She was forced to run for the door as a woman was ready to lock it from the inside. Her clawed hand grasped the wood and the owner looked at her in fear she was some sort of beast. Kali opened the door, her icy blue hair billowing in the harsh wind. She stepped inside and drew her hair to one side. “I am no beast, you need not fear me. All I ask is that you let me stay the night. You have one more room for a weary traveller, do you not?”
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The girl nodded her head in bewilderment and stepped aside in order to let the woman in. She noticed the great sapphire engraved katana on her back and took a step back. The woman would have seen many warriors pass this village, but Kali doubted one as bizarre as herself had stayed before. Kali removed her white cloak and threw it over her arm. She dug the free hand into the pocket of the cloak and removed a small pouch, from it she drew some money and handed it to the woman. She accepted, but still said nothing, drawing behind the counter and taking out a clumpy key. She handed it over the counter to Kali who had drawn nearer to the counter and gave a shaken smile.
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Kali sighed. “I told you that I was not here to harm you, now will you speak or am I not to recommend the service at this in?”
“N-n, no! Of course not miss. I’m sorry. We do not normally get such...”She didn’t finish her sentence just in case Kali took offence. Instead she lowered her head and murmured, “Would you like a drink?”
Kali sighed, this wasn’t getting anywhere. “Yes I would very much like a drink if you don’t mind.”
With that, the woman took off in order to get the drink ready as soon as possible. Kali noted that the woman had not even ask her what she would like to drink, but she didn’t mind, as long as the woman wasn’t going to call the army in on her in the middle of the night, she didn’t really care. Before she knew it, the woman was handing over the drink; amber in colour which Kali assumed would be some sort of alcoholic beverage. Her clawed hand curled around the glass with a ‘clank’ and she nodded her head in thanks before going to sit at a table.
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She set down the drink and pulled back the chair, she sat with a slump, exhausted from all the travelling she had done the last few days. She closed her eyes for a small second in order to catch her breath and then opened them once more. It was then she noted that the bar area was quite empty apart from one enjoying his meal and another clocked figure in the corner. Kali took a sip of her unknown drink, her eyes still focussed on the hooded figure...that was until the strong ale took an extreme turn on her and she began to choke and splutter. Her clawed hand covered her mouth until she stopped coughing and the other hand pushed the ale away in disgust. Kali wasn’t a heavy drinker at all; in fact it was always water or some fruity substance for her.
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After the sudden panic, her eyes drew back to figure sat in the corner. Kali didn’t even know if the figure was looking straight back at her or not because its face was complete darkness...but she didn’t care, she continued to stare until her vision was spotted from staring at the same thing for more than a few minutes. Her eyes flew back to the amber substance on the table and she grimaced as the sudden reminder of the foul taste made her stomach turn.