Her arms still crossed against her chest, Hoshi took the seat in which he offered, without hesitation. Any other might of hesitated of been frightful towards such a being, yet Hoshi showed no sign of emotion that was relavent to fear. She curiously peared into the darkness of his hood. "Where do you come from?" She asked as politely as possible, but she really didn't do 'polite' very well.
Xornon watched the two demons converse and desided to take a seat at the bar. He had fought a demons once, it was a fight he would never forget. Both the demon and he had walked away with severe wounds, but niether died. He had seen the demon only once after that, and they had nodded at each other, and gone about their buisness. They respected each other. Xornon had a wierd fasination with other beings, Demons and Elves being two of his favorite beings to watch. He didn't watch these two though, only listened. They were both far to edgy to watch, they would sence him in a heart beat. Instead he pulled out his knife and spun it on the table top boredly (not sure if thats a word, but it is now 🙂 ).
Yuar Oro
Yuar continued to sketch a few things in his book-like sketchpad. He had kept it with him ever since he began to journey. His book was filled with many sketches- some of creatures he had met, others of various artifacts or objects he had come upon. Only a few of the sketches were fully complete- shaded to key with a background and such. Oddly enough, the only complete sketches had one thing in common- a small, child-like girl was in the picture. She had wings upon them, and she was smiling so brightly it seemed to emit a warmth from the pages.
Now however... Yuar had turned the page, and simply had begun to sketch a picture of a dagger. It seemed to be similiar to his own, accept for the account that there were minor differences. The handle of the dagger that he drew was noticably smoother, with a sun-shaped jewel upon the enterance of where the blade met the handle. His had the moon... and it was a bit more jagged around the sides than the other.
He was about to shade the picture slightly when he stopped... withdrawing a sigh and closing the book almost instantly. He sat it upon the table lightly, and pushing his ink aside he allowed his elbows to rest upon the table. Folding his hands downwards and resting his chin upon the back of his hands, he gazed about.