Leo tried not to stare as she saw one of the men at the bar dip a piece of cloth into his drink and then press it against his wound. Was this place some sort of make-shift hospital that she was unaware of? The whole scene struck her as very strange, stranger still because the man was a demon. Then again, that in itself wasn't so very odd. Although the gigantic dog- no, wolf- he had certainly was. Seemed like an.. interesting character, to say the least. She wondered vaguely if he was there with the demon next to him, especially after she noticed the two exchange glances. This was certainly a more diverse crowd than she was used to. Without any further hesitation, she stepped up to the bar, a little distance from the two demons, but not actually separated by any people. She flagged down the busy woman behind the bar.

"Excuse me, could I get a bowl of stew and an ale at my table?" She asked evenly, with a vague gesture towards where she'd been sitting and perhaps even a touch of sympathy for this person. Her job was by no means easy.. and it certainly seemed like her patrons weren't making it any easier. And perhaps, deep down, Leokadia knew that she could never be happy living such a domestic life, and so felt bad for her without really realizing. Then again, most people didn't chose to seek to work as a hired blade either. She honestly didn't know why not.

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((I didn't know we were taking turns. xD; I don't really have much to post about.))

(( We weren't ^^'))

((Gives me something to reply to, at least. XD))

Belial tensed when the demon beside him looked at him, their eyes locking briefly. When the other spoke, Belial blinked a few times, his eyes growing wide. Loosen... his grip? At first, there was obvious confusion in his ex
pression, before he realized what the other was saying. A slight crack caused his ears to swivel towards his front, and he turned his attention back to his cracking glass.

He quickly set it down, stared at it for a moment, then let out a relieved sigh. Another few moments and he might have shattered it in his hand. He glanced at his hand then, frowning slightly. It appeared he still didn't know the full extent of his subconscious strength. His fingers were as delicate as a human female's, but there was now the raw power of a demon behind it.

He glanced back over at the demon, nodding his thanks without turning his head. Belial supposed he'd been caught in his staring, and absently brought his hand up to his hood to pull it forward slightly. Usually it hid his eyes better than it had.

Adrian lifted his chin. What was wrong with the man? Was he unaware that in this tavern at least it was normal to witness demons, elves, and others alike? He was unsure, however this guy remained awfully quiet and it was made apparent that he dis liked being looked upon by strangers by the adjusting of the hood.