Yamato watched the young guard make his way toward the center of town. He then eyed the gate, then the guard who was running from it. He facepalmed, "You'd think watching the gate would be the important job," He looked up into the guard tower and shook his head at the now lone guard who was visibly shaking as he peered out into the night. Gesturing dismissively Yamato made his way toward the town square, his buzz fading as his mind settled in on the chaos that was erupting around him.

"Another drink, sir?" The cocktail waitress asked as Yamato placed the shot glass down on the small table beside him. He had been making a tower of them for the last few minutes, preferring to order his shots in increments of 5. He nodded as he waved the girl away without a second thought.

A few moments later, the waitress returned with a bottle and one glass. "This is on the house tonight," she said with a smile, trying to get his attention as she bent down to pour him a glass of the Sake. Yamato rolled his eyes and tossed two gold pieces on the table. "For your trouble." She smiled at the large tip and stood there for a second. "I'm fine. I don't need anything else." His tone reflected his irritation. She bowed deeply, "Thank you for the tip, sir. Please continue to enjoy the town's festival. If you'd like me to, I can show you around when my shift is over." He shook his head, sipping the sake. She walked away, unsure why her advances hadn't worked. "Pitiful girl." He muttered, draining the glass. He grabbed the bottle and stalked out into the busy streets filled with merriment. He found himself slightly disgusted with the number of people, "So many peasants. What have they to celebrate? This is just an excuse to forget their pitiful lives."

He threw the empty bottle into the gutter as he staggered through the streets. His mood improved slightly. "Well, might as well have a little fun while I'm in town, grab another drink, find someone to fill my bed...the night is young!" He grinned, walking into the crowded city center, and made his way to a sake booth, buying himself a bottle, eyeing those that looked at him with confusion. The half-tengu was used to the stares but it was fun to intimidate those that looked just a bit too long.

Yamato staggered for a second, his body out of sync with his mind. He blinked a few times and stared at the brick house of a man he'd run into, before looking at his new, broken bottle of sake leaking out into the dirt. He made a face and waved his hand, "New bottle would be the least you could do. Not many people get that close to a man with wings and swords, wasn't expecting to bump into anyone as I turned around." He bent down and picked up the broken bottle, turning to face the vendor again.

"I'm going to need a new drink, this guy's paying for it." He pointed over his shoulder with his thumb at Sunaarashi.

Yamato scanned the desolate battlefield with a grin on his face. "Fools, you sought power and death found you!" He let out a maniacal laugh. "I am all that remains, all there will be of this fools errand is your rotting corpses." He shook his head, kicking the decaying body of someone he may have known, "Ah, sweet relief, that ludicrous contract is over and I can go about doing as I please!"


Somewhere in the distance a man dressed as a pirate pointed at Yamato and shouted, "WOW! VILLIAN!"

Syra listened as Arubak and Ash discussed the Witch of the Waste and his stolen ring. Outside the world changed, mountains gave way to a canyon and small dirt roads as they approached a town she'd never seen or heard of. She felt a small smile creep across her face as the realization of no longer being anywhere near The Remnants slowly set in. She stretched her arms and stifled a yawn, relaxing only slightly but for the first time in years. "This is what safe feels like?" she pondered as the carriage stopped.

They filed out into the streets of Mariglen, she hoped someone would know the way when a stranger approached M'kama asking for donations. She felt her cheeks flush a little, barely in town for a second and they were being pestered for money. Her gaze rested on the extravagant carriage and she rolled her eyes, of course, someone would ask them for money, Arubak wasn't exactly hiding his wealth.


"Spare some change for the Most Horrible Father!?" The man pleaded. She watched to see what the group would do next, as she was in no position to personally help the man, father or not.