The Fat King Tavern and Inn // CLOSED

“Ah. Yes. What about you, Caspian?” Shadul looked over at her. “What do you do for a living?”

“I hope so too. Pray to the gods nobody dies, eh?” Shadul laughed raucously, probably more than expected when saying something like that. “We should choose a task, though. They’re going to get picked clean soon.”

(goodnight!)

“Something easy. Like… recovering stolen artifacts. Or maybe helping somebody build a home or help with their business. One of my first quests was killing a rival, so.. I don’t know what constitutes as beginner-friendly.”

(i think i’m gonna turn in too! goodnight!)

(I was busy moving back into my dorm after the break, but I'm back!)

As Yama was chowing down on his lunch, he overheard the entire conversation regarding the treasure-hunting mission. There were multiple job postings, each one offering bigger rewards than the last, but none really caught his eye. Then again, it had been a while since his last adventure, and he could potentially bring in some business through a sort of demonstration of his new products. He arched an eyebrow at the thought, so he decided to listen further before joining.

(Sweet! Welcome back!)

"It's gonna be a group decision, though. If you guys want, I can go up and take a few that catch my eye and bring 'em back to the table."

"What're you lookin' at?" Shadul followed Myrin's gaze, also noticing the figure. "Woah."

Yama's ears pricked up at the exclamation, but instead of turning away like usual, he decided to play along and give a small wave.

Shadul tipped her head to the side as if beckoning him over. She raised her mug, hoping that would be enough of a sign.

Seeing this friendly gesture, Yama held out a finger.
"One second," he said, his voice low and gravelly. Another feature of his draconic heritage, though unsurprising to most people.
Then, turning back to his sandwich, he picked it up and threw it into the air. It landed squarely in mouth and he snapped it up like a dog would snap up a treat thrown by its owner. He then grabbed his mug of soda, chugged it, and walked over to the group's table.
"What can I do yo-UUUAGH for?" Yama burped. His eyes widened in embarrassment, so he pounded a first against his chest and meekly excused himself.

"…Yep. Not sure what I expected. Anyways, you look like an adventurer at heart, eh?" Shadul set down her mug. "Am I wrong?

(Hello, I died for a bit. Let me make a character.)

~Basics~
Name?- Divine (That isn't their real name, of course :) )

Age (Over 20, please!)?- 23

Gender?- Queer

Race/Species?- Divine is a tinted Fae. They're a mixed-blood (Demon and Fae) which gives them the ability to lie, but not to touch iron.

Orientation?- Chaoticly Pan

Country of Origin?- Nowhere you'd know dear.

Magic? Y/N? If so, how do they practice?- Well, they're a fae and demon mix. So mostly dark magic with deal magic. They use their own essence or others.

Current Occupation (if any)?- Not a human one dear.

~Appearance~
Skin tone/texture?- Divine is a shifter, but their main appearance is a pale skin color with cool undertones. They have scales around their eyes and hairline.

Hair color/texture/style?- They have quite an androgynous hairstyle. It was thick and almost iridescent blue.

Height/build?- Their tall and skinny, looking like a whole ass beanpole.

Scars/piercings/tattoos?- N/A

Face/Eyes/Teeth?- Their eyes are completely white and their teeth are sharp and animalistic.

Clothing preferences?- Something like and loose.

Divine entered the tavern, an illusion face shifted on to make them look human. They kept the teeth for show though, they were good protection. Divine made their way over the bar, sending a smirk to the bartender before ordering a vodka.

Yama chuckled. "You could say that, yes. I'm kind of like those salespeople that travel the country peddling overpriced knives, except my knives are much bigger and meant for killing dragons. If anything, I hope to convince at least a few people that my wares are the best. What kind of weapon do you use? I take you for a dagger or a shortsword kind of person," Yama said, his sales pitch just loud enough so a few other nearby patrons could hear in case they were interested.

"Dagger or shortsword, eh? Sorry, kid, I'm more of a battleaxe bitch myself." She laughed raucously, slamming her fist on the table, shaking it slightly. "Alright, salesman. Here's the pitch. I'm starting a guild. I need adventurers. You interested or not? Profit gets split evenly." Shadul looked Yama up and down, trying to deduce whether or not he even looked like the questing type. "Yes or no?"

"Battleaxe, you say!" Yama said, smiling. "I think you will be satisfied with the wares I produce. Yeah, I'm in for now. I will warn you now that family obligations come first, but my parents don't call me home very often."

Divine smiled at the bartender when their drink was done. "Thank ya darlin. Anything interesting going on in this town?" They asked, sipping their drink with that stupid human mouth. Fae mouths are much easier to drink.

"A guild you say? I haven't talked to one of those in ages. Thanks for the info." Divine stood up, sending Myrin a wink before heading over to the table she had pointed at. They pulled up a chair and sat down, crossing their legs and leaning back. "So, a Treasure hunting guild?"

“Well, good evening to you too!” Shadul barked, although her tone was far from aggressive. “You heard right, we’re trying to scrape one together. Interested?” Her green fingers drummed the table, the grooves in the table ragged underneath.

"Well, what do you primarily use? I might be able to get you something similar in design, but with my guaranteed seal of quality!" Yama said to Caspian. "And with the treasure we find, I can buy myself some very nice materials! Then again, I might even be able to find some nice materials if we look in the right places!"