A man and a woman walked through the door way of the small towns only bar. The inn was dimly lit by a few candles spread out around the tavern giving the bar a gloomy atmosphere. There was a tall, bald man behind the bar. His singular bright blue eye seemed to pierce everything it looked at. A few men sat in one of the corners of the bar, gambling and causing a loud ruckus. The bar smelled strongly of alcohol, blood, and puke.
The woman was wearing a plain, black cloak made of pitch black fur at the bottom, and ravens feathers on the shoulders. The cloak seemed to flow around her. Her long, raven black hair fell out of the hood slightly in the front. The hood hid most of her face, only letting her black painted lips show. She also wore fine black leather armor that had a silver fang and moon painted onto the front. The leather strangely almost looked like black steel. A bow hung around her waist, along with a quiver. The bow looked almost like a graceful raven with ruby eyes that burned like fire. The raven bow almost looked as if it was going to fly off her waist.
The man traveling with the woman wore a white, wool cloak that hung lightly around his body. He wore a white suit shirt along a navy blue vest with gold embroidered vines and leaves, white pants and shoes. He had a spear that's shaft was made of yew, and it's tip was made of steel. There was Norse engravings on the tip of Hugin and Munin. The man was using his spear like a walking stick making sure that the tip was pointing up. He also had a short sword made of polished white bone hanging off his hip.
The man was tall, while the woman was much shorter. They were both built lithely like hunters.
The two walked to the bar and sat down, feeling the relaxed nature of the tavern wash over them. The woman ordered beer, while her male counterpart ordered sake. They introduced themselves; The womans name being Raven, and the mans name as being Stephon. The two were soon followed by a woman wearing a dark blue cloak, and what appeared to be black plate armor that hugged her body ideally.
"M'lady, it is good to see you again," The bartender and the new comer said in unison.
"I take it you know Sion?" Raven asked the barkeep, her voice soft like cats fur. She tilted her head slightly at the woman wearing the blue cloak.
"Yes, I tend to spend a lot of time here now, Raven," Sion stated.
"Ya, she's becomin' me best customer! Here, everyday, tellin stories 'bout the Shad'fang clan." The bartender called, making sure the other patrons heard him
"Really? Sion, I didn't know you liked to spill stories of our home clan." The sides of Stephons lips twitched. His voice was soft as silk, and filled the room.
"Wait a minute! You fools are from clan Ta'nara*!?" One of the men who appeared to be the ring leader called out, turning his head to look at Raven.
"So wha'? Their payin' for their drinks, while I wai' and wai' for you to pay yer debt!" The barkeep called, as Raven handed him some gold coins. "No good, lazy soldiers!"
"Soldiers? Where?" Raven mockingly looked around. "All I see are two powerful Beastmen, a powerful hand-to-hand specialist, a cyclopse, and five lazy bums." Stephon and Sion laughed with Raven, while the men glared swords into them.
"Oh don't glare, you'll ruin yer reputation's as the laziest soldiers in this here town!" The barkeep called to them, laughing.
By the way, the names Keep. You all said you's was from Clan Shad'fang, righ? Well, we serve all, and it's nice to serve drinks to people who pay," Keep's gaze flickered over to to the five soldiers in the corner.
"But of course we'll pay," Raven smiled warmly at Keep.
The soldiers turned around, staring at Raven. Stephon grinned and got up, "Sion, I need your help with some new tactics. Mind following me? Shouldn't take more then a minute or two."
Sion nodded and followed Stephon out the door.
The soldiers grinned, and walked over to Raven, the expression on their faces telling all who saw, which was only Keep seen as Raven's back was to them, what they had on their minds. Nothing escaped the beastwoman though. Not a damn thing.
"Well, Raven. Lets see that pretty little face you hide," the ring leader grabbed Ravens hood, but Raven was too quick. Her bow was at his throat, an arrow poking the soft flesh the second he touched her.
"Your touching me, why?" Raven demanded. Her black lips twitched.
"Y-you aren't even a beast! Your a demon!" The man who grabbed her cried.
"I'm not a demon. I've just had a real long time to train," Raven snapped her head around to see Stephon and Sion walking in.
"Sister! Are you alright? What...?" Stephon hurried over to Raven.
"He grabbed me, that's all." Raven lowered her bow.
Sion shook her head before walking over to the man, grabbing his hand. Just as he was about to grab Sion, she twisted his arm behind his back.
"Don't fight me, human," Sions cold, metallic voice drawled.
"W-What are you!?" The man asked, trying to escape, but soon stopped when Sions cold hand tightened it's grip.
Raven looked at Stephon, then at Sion, who nodded. "I could tell you what she is, but you would not believe me. It would be easier to show you. Come back tomorrow once me and my brother have had some rest." Raven looked at Keep.
"We got rooms, fer sure. How big?" Keep looked between Raven and Stephon.
"2 bedroom?" Stephon looked to his sister.
"2 bedroom." she agreed, a ghost of a smile on her face. Raven payed keep, and with her brother, went upstairs. The rooms were decently sized, with nice sized beds with soft down comforters and 3 fluffy pillows each. The rooms were side by side, with a living room just outside. A table and 2 chairs rested against one wall, while a couple of chairs sat by a fireplace where a small fire cast a soft, warm glow across the room.
They chose their rooms, leaving each other for what they thought would be just the night, but turned into three straight days of rest.