Streets and Alleys

Winielle listened to them both, tipping her head as they both assumed she was a noodle-armed Mage who relied only on her intelligence in magic. Maybe her physical image contributed to the short conclusion that they came to. When they were done speaking, she cleared her throat, her eyes bronzed over with offense. "Well, boys. I know I may be beautiful and fair skinned but.. I can assure you that I have very little to learn from you.. On the grounds of physical and mental capability. Us demons, from the official realm, are very resilient." Winielle stands, her black tresses pooling in circles on the table top as she moved away from the object itself.

A little bit away, her escort was beckoning her over.

"I hope to find you two again soon. And I'll also relay all this new information to my master. I'm sure she'll be eager to hear more." She smiles, a white and gently fanged smile. After a moment's pause, she starts away but stops. "Oh." She bounces and turns to the Reptile. The demoness takes her own finger and gently pulls off her ring, watching the dull red glow around him fade. "I don't need this. I can find you on my own." She smiles a bit icily as she places the object on the table. Once placed she turned and waltzed off.

Hakon calmly retrieves the ring from the table, smiling a bit on his own. He never actually assumed she would be physically weak. But being strong or resilient and being in-control were two very different things. The Salamander took a moment to watch her leave before pocketing both rings, the blood sample would prove useful if he ever needed to track her for any reason, and turned to Azazel with a small grin. After a moment, he opens his maw to speak "Well that was fun. But, I suppose we should finish up and get to work. I've had plenty of time to recover my strength." he states.

The Southerner stands up, the remains of his meal in-hand, and says "I hope we'll find good suppliers for Copper and Sulfur soon. I'm heading out to open up. Shall we walk there together, or will you catch up?" he asks.

"Indeed that was," came his rather gruff voice. They hadn't necessarily known what she was at first glance. You never can tell when it comes to those who frequent Zenith. Azazel mumbled something about he should've apologized for assuming until Hakon interrupted his thoughts.

The weaponsmith slowly rose from their table as well and went to wear the trays were to be stacked and remaining morsels disposed of. "I'd be more than happy to help open. Given our close proximity to the market, one of us should be able to pick up some copper and sulfur rather easily."

Winielle can be seen bouncing around a corner, in the hallway leading to the Mess hall, as she trailed after her guide, chatting away.

Hakon followed, disposing of the remaining scraps of his meal and laying his tray with the others "Fair enough. We should certainly get a move on, if the sun outside is of any indication, we may only have an hour 'til we're to open." He notes, taking the time to squint his eyes and look through the window at the rising sun.