This Frozen Place Can't Be Interesting. (Private Hana Suzuki/Indiana Jones)

''Tsk, this place never is cleaned now.'' Who was he talking to? No one...that's who, this little house used to be a meeting spot for people damn close to Indar, the group he could have given his life for, but now, it lay empty. The members of this group scattered everywhere around the world. Funny thing, how a mage who didn't feel anything for half of his life, turned into such a sappy bastard after one month of hell's dungeon. That places really does change people.

Walking out of the little ruined hut on the edges of this tiny settlement, Indar took a deep breath and let out an ever deeper sigh, before turning towards the center of village. Leaving behind a place weirdly dear to him. The tiny village on the other hand, was experiencing another snowstorm, as per usual with Mt.Hakobe. At least it left the dark of this settlement free to do what they wanted and weeded out the weak, just like Indar liked it. No point messing with someone who will most likely get you killed...not like that mattered anymore, death wasn't an issue since this entity had come into his life.

Leaving the snowstorm, into the coziness of the local tavern, that the man had visited loads before, he took a seat on a bar stool and ordered a single beer, just something to spend some time, to wait for the passing of the storm. Not that he feared to get lost, he just didn't particularly like stomping through meter deep snow, just to get into a snowy forest, he would lose much more time. But, he could at least talk to someone while here.

Most people around in the tavern, were locals, not people who are mages or noteworthy. This village lacked law, unless the parts that Basilisk Fang brought to the town, which was something, but not much. Most mages just wouldn't bother causing trouble here, like you would avoid causing trouble near any guild, be it legal or dark. Tho there was someone who looked mildly interesting, a girl dressed in black, so without further to do.

Sitting across from the girl, Indar took a sip from his drink and asked: ''Never seen you around here before, hoping you aren't here to find where Basilisk Fang is.''

Mt. Hakobe was a lovely place, if one didn't mind the Basilisks atop of it or the biting cold air. Lillias appreciated the solace it provided - a fresh change of icy mountain air was always welcome. She considered getting a house here once. One impossible to reach, away from prying eyes and people, just the way she liked it. However, her ward was much too weak to handle the cold, or the thin air of the mountains, and the advanced medicine and medical technology he needed were in towns and cities.

Perhaps when he was older and capable of looking after himself, she hummed thoughtfully. There was a portion of the family's wealth that belonged to him, considering the two of them were the remaining survivors. He could have his share, she supposed. Or perhaps she'd stab him in the back, and steal it like his father did. She chuckled bitterly at the thought, nursing a hot glass of buttered rum between pale, well-manicured digits. Her custom-made black gloves lay neatly on the table in front of her, for fear of soiling them. This left her hands exposed, adorned with shiny pale scars. In the meantime, she'd enjoy the well-earned peace and quiet during her visit here.

Then a mess of straw-blonde hair entered her vision and she found herself with company. Which she never did quite like.

"Really? Me neither, what a coincidence," she answers half-heartedly, barely casting him a glance from the corner of her eyes with a slight frown. 'I spoke too soon, I suppose,' she thought, albeit slightly amused. Here was another foolish fellow, hoping to get a conversation out of the most unsociable people Lillias had ever had the pleasure of knowing.

Herself.

Understanding that his presence wasn't fully appreciated, Indar smirked, not letting himself get chewed out by anyone, even if it was a basic conversation and nothing more. But he was intrigued, very few people showed up in this town, especially during the kind of weather this town showcased during the current season.

''Well, honestly, i am curious if anything, as to why someone made their way to this place, as long as you aren't visiting relatives, or trying to get into Basilisk, which is somewhere around here, not really sure where, even though my brother used to run the place.'' The man fell into thought for a second, not sure whether he should continue or let the woman be, but oh well, he had gone far enough already. With another sip of his drink, he continued. ''He is the reason why i am here, to find any trace he left behind, but now, wouldn't it be fair as to know your reason of being here, i know that i am kinda forcing the question, but please, clench my thirst for this knowledge. '' Indar hoped for an answer, as it was intriguing him still.

While he waited, he more so slumped into his seat, making himself more comfortable. Quite clearly showing he wasn't a nobility in personality, but somewhat of a one in his true nature, though that was a more deeply guarded secret, his past that is. But to any on looker, he looked just like any young punk, aside from the purple mark on his neck, showing his allegiance to a dark guild known as Savage Skull.

Lillias inwardly groaned. Either this guy couldn't take a hint, or he was incredibly persistent. Either way, he was a pest. Better looking than the last few bozos who'd come shimmying up to her with roving eyes (and hands for some, but she made herself clear when she kneed one between the legs and threw him out into the snow), but still annoying nonetheless.

Had she not been in an unusually good mood, she would have done the same if he had so much as tried a pick-up line on her. Right now, however, she was feeling generous. She'd tolerate him to a third one, she supposed. Plus, that was assuming those were his intentions. At the moment, he simply seemed eager for a friendly conversation. And she supposed she felt a slight kinship with him. There was just something similar about them both - what it was, she couldn't quite put her finger on.

She choked on her drink when he revealed his relation to the former guildmaster of Basilisk Fang, scrambling for a piece of napkin to wipe the remnants of her drink trailing down her chin. While Lillias was intelligent, it didn't mean she knew everything and anything. There were still things she couldn't predict or foresee; this was one of them.

She gave his request a bit of consideration, before sighing relentingly. "Very well - but only because i know you won't cease pestering me otherwise." she announced, a light frown marring her delicate features. "I seek refuge here. It's quiet, and supposed to be away from people like yourself. I've been meaning to visit as well, so on my return from a nearby business trip, I figured I'd make use of the convenience and treat myself to a short stay here in one of the inns."

While the blonde shifted in his seat, so did Lillias, although the way they sat spoke volumes about how their portrayals of themselves differed. The girl, while not the epitome of feminity, favoured etiquette and sat with her back straight, legs elegantly crossed, whereas the sunny-haired man opted for a more relaxed dispute - but there was an unmistakable quiet strength and grace in him. When one looked at the pair from a distance, they'd notice that the duo were quite a unique sight indeed. One like the sun, bright and exotic in colouring, with a similary cheery and free-spirited personality, and the other a polar opposite; possessing a pale and ethereal beauty, and quiet and secretive. Like the moon. Yet, there was something that connected them - an underlying darkness that they buried in their pasts.

Stirring his drink around in his hand, Indar looked mildly amused when confronted by the quite rude comment, of ''people like yourself''. He couldn't do nothing but hold back his laughter, the man had been called a lot in his past, but nothing like that. On the contrary, usually people were quite stunned with what he was like, nothing like anyone they'd ever met before. Then again, not many people live through encounters with devils usually or really know of their existence in the first place.

Possibly the woman in front of him, was just like that, unknowing of the horrors that lay past this pathetic little realm, that was just entertaining enough for Indar to stay here. But then again, he had already spilled the beans on some secrets and honestly, no one outside of Savage Skulls few members knew of his true origin, and even then, he hadn't seen those members for ages, so who knew what had happened. Those times were now gone, but new ones were to start, possibly starting with the woman in front of him.

''You know, i never expected to be compared to average trash like you just did. It's quite amusing, but to be honest, it's quite far from the truth.'' Pulling down the collar on his leather coat, the Savage Skull mark became fully visible to anyone in the bar, with the few people who noticed it, scrambling away from the two. ''You do know what this means right? I bet you do, so i won't bother explaining. Though i will say, that i was once part of the inner circle in the dark guilds, knowing most secrets and being in the heart of a lot of plans. Used to be a blood hound for the old guild master, but then had to leave...all of this, this world even you could say. But then again, originating from the plains of hell does bring with it some other responsibilities.''

Now he only waited patiently, to see the reaction of this girl. It should be amusing.

She did not miss his look of mild amusement, nor the knowing glint in his eyes. 'He knows something, Lillias thought, taking a long drink from her buttered rum. Despite his big reveal, she felt as if that had only been the tip of the iceberg. He had secrets, she surmised, perhaps far more than she did.

Alarms blared in her mind the moment he pulled down his collar. She'd already seen the tip of his tattoo a little while ago, but hadn't thought much about it until she was looking at the full thing, and the realization dawned on her that it was possibly no simple fool she was speaking to, but a potential member of the ever infamous Savage Skull. And they weren't called Savages without good reason. Her eyes widened a fraction, but she made no move to distance herself from him like a handful of the other patrons were; some even scrambling over each other out the door with terrified expressions. She laughed, albeit with a guarded expression in her purple gaze this time. She made a firm decision not to speak recklessly - to do something unlike herself for once and hold her tongue back. Even if it felt like he was looking down on her, belittling her. She paused briefly, contemplating her choice of words. Then she made the mistake of looking up, into his arrogant, all-knowing expression, and any etchings of her original plan were immediately discarded.

"Well I didn't call you trash specifically, but I suppose if that's how you prefer it then so be it. Quite a kink you have, I must say." She smirked wryly, slipping on a perfect facade of her usual fox-like composure, despite her inner turmoil of being both proud and furious with herself.

If Lillias wasn't dead before, she surely was now. Assuming he really was a Savage, she reminded herself as if the knowledge would serve to comfort her at all. It was foolish enough to claim to be a dark mage - more so when the acclaimed guild was a very notorious one. While they were no longer at their former glory, Lillias had no doubt they'd eventually find their way back to the top again. Admittedly, she had always admired their prowess and ruthlessness. Not so much of the savagery part, but she supposed that was their charm.

Then the blonde dropped another bomb on her, and Lillias was just about to call it quits by now. Had she not been such a prideful, competitive person, of course. She would not leave until she got the final laugh. That just wasn't her style. Whether this truly was a joke or not, she'd play along. She controlled her facial expressions to the best of her ability, only the twitching of her left eye giving away the state of bewilderment she was truly in. "Right. And I'm a Princess of Pergrande. Kneel, peasant." she remarks teasingly with a roll of her eyes, to mask the unease she felt.