A fateful meeting between Cousins Daemon and Ardere Private

Sandals tapping against the ground, pitter pat. A smirk crossed the pale lips of a brown haired man as he roamed the streets of Hosenka. Glistening lights reflected off the shiny sheath, covering his steel blade. Tapping the sword against his shoulder, the man known as Ardere the Fire King carried himself with a high amount of confidence and respect. He was not wearing his normal Fioran attire or even his Samurai armor for battle. No, he was wearing something much more special. His black and red kimono with the hakama and all matching, not something he often chose to wear. The gorgeous town he had the pleasure of finding himself in was modeled after his home, and as such he chose to dress in his clothes from home. He did not normally do this, as Midi was no longer his home, Fiore had proven to suit him much better. This did not mean he did not love his traditions, in fact he missed them occasionally. Fortunately, today was a day that he could choose to relish in them. His kimono donned and his sword sheathed, he held the magnificent blade known as Clarent close. It was no Samurai sword, but he used it as one. The bits of leather armor on his arms showing from his sleeves, he did not come completely naked. The leather armor he chose to wore covered his hands and forearms. They were bracers essentially. This attire seemed to fit in, but he did get some looks of impressed people.

A smile on his face and the red head band through his thick brown locks wavering, he entered a bar next to an inn. It was likely that most of the patrons here were those staying at the inn or the springs, but he did not mind. Sliding his sword down between his sash, it fit perfectly at his hip. As he approached the bar, Ardere promptly took a seat. The man had already begun to pour a cup of sake for him. Another smirk crossing his lips, the fire mage took a sip of the warm sake. He had been to the Spa Town of Hosenka before, and the sake was always up to his standards. That's good. Just like home, well my former home. This is home now. Receiving a smile from the bartender, he made a slight toast before downing the warm liquid. To home. Slamming it back down, his cheeks turned a bit red. The pale skin across his strong cheeks became a rose red, but he was nowhere near tipsy. Being a fire elemental, his body processed toxins and things like alcohol slowly. That however did not contribute as much as his natural tolerance did, perhaps something from his family. The Fire King as no lightweight.

Swishing around the warm white liquid in his cup, Ardere sipped from the refilled cup of sake. Staring down into the liquid, he could slightly see his own reflection. A light sigh escaping his lips, the fire mage took another sip of sake. The bar was not very crowded, but a few new patrons had chosen to call this place their temporary refuge. Considering he had done so himself, he did not mind it. New scents and voices, he processed them quickly. Shortly after his toast, another new voice echoed through his ears. Turning his head slightly, a man he did not recognize made his appearance known. One thing he did notice about the man, was that he looked quite Midian. The skin tone and slight remaining accent, it was likely he had also chosen to move to this country. It wasn't necessarily a shock, many people chose to move to Fiore from other countries. This was the land of diversity after all. Smiling so slightly, he observed the man for a mere undetectable moment. My heart is for quite a few things, but yeah. This country would happen to be one of those things. Finishing the current cup of sake he was working on, he sat it down gently. The bartender refilling it, a warm steam flowed into the air.

The man now sitting next to him, Ardere slid his right hand forward for the man to shake. Ardere. How are you on this fine evening? Orange orbs gazing towards the man, it was obvious he had come for a conversation and a drink. This was not something he minded, as drinking alone could turn sour quicker than one expected. It was interesting he had met another friend drinking, almost reminding the fire mage of how he met Mejai and Wolfe. Perhaps bars were just swell places to meet other mages. Judging by the sword at least, he expected this new companion was a wizard, at the least a warrior.

Feeling the metal against his palm and fingertips, Ardere noted that this man was either covered in metal, or that was a prosthetic. He seemed to carry himself just fine, so perhaps it was the former. Nice to meet you Daemon. So his name was Daemon, it sounded familiar but he was unsure where from. Awaiting his next refill, the fire mage noted the man seemed to be a bit distracted. It took a mere few moments before a woman was found in a form of a scuffle. Drinking and observing, the guild master appeared to be unaffected. These sorts of things happened in bars, probably even more so in a town like this. People came to relax, and if that was disturbed in any sense of the word they could become edgy. Sipping his sake, leather covered fingers slid across his cheek to prop himself up. Doo-doo-doot. Humming and whistling a familiar tune, not much time would pass as he swished the sake around in his cup. Taking another sip, there was a slight buzz but not enough to impair his decision making.

The situation with the woman did not appear to have been resolved fully, especially considering the large hole in the wall. Some of the patrons running off, the fire mage found himself looking off to the situation. The lady was in a towel and the man was on the floor. With the bath house right on the other side of that wall, he imagined the man had been peeping or something of the sort. Finishing the cup of sake, Ardere wiped his face. Slowly stepping closer to the scene, he slid his hand behind his pale neck. Arching a brow, his lip curled ever so slightly. Everything alright over here? The bartender was likely to call the knights or the city guard, which would not end well for either the woman or the peeping man. Hopefully there was a way to resolve this conflict without someone getting arrested, other than perhaps the man on the floor. His sword at his hip and his hakama shifting with his steps, his orange eyes focused on the scene. I assume she's a friend of yours Daemon? And this guy right here obviously messed up. Yare yare. The man groaned in pain, twitching a bit. This is what happened when one peeped or disturbed a woman of power.