The Orange Plague vs Fiery Death

[Oya]

Oya had gotten away from Willow for a moment. It was not like he did not enjoy her company, but he needed some time to be alone. The main reason being his restraints he had to force on himself. When Willow was around he could not do as he pleased. He feared Willow being caused harm from his deed, and feared even more that she found out about them. Oya was no fool. He knew how devoted Willow was to the saints teachings and he respected her for it. He just likes to follow his own Heroes. Take what you can because you can. The humans took Bern from the dragons by force and Oya took what he desired by force. He truly believed he followed in the footsteps of Hartmut. Still today was not a day for poisoning and pelages. Today was the day Oya resupplied. His food rations were running low and he needed to get some smoked meat. Not to mention he also needed some more soap. Soap was a big factor for Oya. He enjoyed being clean over all else.

The young boy was so busy thinking about soap and a hot bath that he ran into an recoated man. On a normal bases one would say excuse me and if Oya had his hair down he would do the same. However Oya was not a normal person and his hair was still hidden under his bandana. “Watch where you are going you imbecile”, spoke Oya. As he insulted the man he noticed a sword hanging from his waist. It was a fine blade, and Oya wanted to make it his.

[Drax]

Drax was looking at some items that were on display. He was at a village known for it's Merchant stands spreaded all throughout the village. Lifting up a pair of boots, he would look them over since the boots he was wearing were starting to wear down.Placing the pair he was inspecting, he would hunch down again to check others out. Getting pushed, Drax would slowly turn to face the young pirate. 'I've seen this kid before....ah yes, the one with the drunken Maiden of Light.' Standing fully up, he would look down at Oya."Imbecile? Your the one who ran into me. I do believe that you should be saying sorry for doing such an act to show respect." The manakete wasn't in the mood to deal with 'Children' since he almost killed one the day before for insulting him on his methods.

Noticing the eyes from Oya who was looking at his sword, he place his hands in his jacket pockets and close the jacket so the oung pirate wasn't lookng at it anymore. "And I also believe my eyes are up here and not down at my waist. Unless you want a problem that is little person." Drax had a devilish grin on his face as his hand had his dragon stone resting in his hands. If Oya was to look drax in the eyes, he would see for a split second that the hazel eyes would change into something of a lizard's style of eyes and would change back again to human form.

[Oya]

“A fine blade”, spoke Oya changing the conversation. His eyes were focused on Drax hands more than his eyes. Oya immediately began to size him up. His clothing and his statue told that he was a swordsman, however there was something off about him. The way he moved and the way he held his blade. Something about him was not completely right.

“You know for a swordsman you don’t carry your blade right”, spoke Oya. “From what I can guess you have never used the thing.” Oya gave an intense look at where the blade was suppose to be. Suddenly the orange hair pirate pulled off on his stare. “Whatever I would not have any good use for the blade anyway”, spoke Oya as he walked off. Oya’s words did not match his intentions. True he would not have any use for the blade, but his mother might have. She was crazy for that kind of stuff. He had not seen her or spoke to her in a while, and despite her request for him to write he had not done that either. Sending her a fine blade and a loving letter would help him apologize for negligence.

[Drax]

Shaking his head, he wouldn't bother answering the boy for a little while. Looking back at the boots that were being sold, he picked up a pair of black thick riding boots. Drax held onto his boots with his right hand, while his left hand rested in the pocket still just gently holding the swords handle. 'What would a child know of a sword of this calibur? He'd more along the lines break the thing if he tried to use it. But still, I don't trust the little runt as far as I can throw his corpse when I'm done with it.' He thought to himself. Taking the time, he would walk into an Inn that wasn't crowded. It was nearly empty since everyone was shopping for goods. Walking over to the counter, the Inn Keeper would speak up to him.

"Ah, Mister Leven. I hope you had a good time shopping for anything that you were looking for. Is there anything I can do for you?" Drax looked at the man and nodded his head. Leaning on the counter, he would give the description of Oya and told him if he shows up in here asking for him, to tell him that he never seen such a figure in his establishment. The owner nodded his head and didn't say anymore about the subject. It was best not to know the details. Walking up to his room, Drax would close the door behind him. Kicking off the old boots, he would slip into the new pair. Almost a perfect fit on him. It was amazing that this time frame, that people made clothes that actually fit him in almost all the stores and Merchant stands. Not it was a bad thing or anything. Sitting down on the bed, he would take off his blade and his long jacket and let them rest on the bed. His hazel eyes would look over the wounds that he had sustained from the guards a while back in the town, what was it's name? Who knows anymore. TO many villages to remember. The wounds had healed up, but left the scars to remind him what village to destroy first when he went on his rampage.

Standing back up, he would pour himself something to drink in a tankard and went to the window. Looking down out the window, he would keep an eye on all activity outside of the building. It was busy like usual on a day like this. 'One night, three to go...' Sipping the liquid, he was happy that his room was on the third floor. The last floor for this Inn and not many guests wanted the top floor since it was to much of a hassel for them to pack their things and go shopping.

[Oya]

Oya did not walk far, or rather he simply made a turn around. He kept his eyes on Drax the whole time as the man entered the inn. Seeing an opportunity Oya removed his headband and allowed his long hair to flow out. No better cover than to appear as a different gender. Even if his mark saw him from afar he would think he was a different person. Oya entered the Inn not long after Drax. To his great surprise it was quite empty. The idea of an empty tavern was a bit strange to him. All the ones he usually visited were filled to the brim with patrons and drinkers.

Oya skipped talking to the inn keeper. Talking to such people would only lead to trouble down the road. He did not want anybody to know what his face was like. Instead Oya walked up to a man sitting in the corner of the tavern. The man had some scars on his face and seemed a bit aged.

“Excuse me sir have you seen my older brother”, asked Oya. “He came in here not long ago. He has black hair and a red bane in the front.”

“Oh that guy”, spoke the man. “He went up the stairs probably headed back to his room or something?”

“Thank you Mr.”, spoke Oya as he left three coins on the table and walked off. So he is not on the first floor thought Oya.