The Purple Cauldron Tavern

Tonakee turned back to Baasarn. "So you're a mercenary?" she asked.

"Man, being a mercenary was fun." The barkeeper sighed. "I miss it, but it got boring after a run through Arabia. Camels are NOT cute. They're gross and ridiculously entitled."

Tonakee laughed. "I would actually say that being a ninja is more fun," she glanced in the direction of the barkeeper.

"Well it depends if you mean the story type ninja with the mask and whatnot or the historically correct ninja, more like a covert samurai."

Tonakee turned so that her eyes were looking right at the barkeeper. "I'm a ninja."

"Or the you type of ninja. That's pretty cool."

His horned head turned, yellow eyes landing on the other girl as she approached. The male let her gaze wander over her form, once again taking in everything. His forked tongue flicked out to test the air. Baasarn grew quiet as the two ladies conversed, none of it any of his business. His tail remained curled around the leg of his chair, the tip twitching now and then.
Baasarn reached back, once again lightly scratching the back of his neck. A low rumble seemed to emit from him. Though he looked to Tonakee once again as she asked about him being a mercenary.
"I am indeed ma'am. Mostly work as a guard to caravans and the such. Escorting royalty now and then."
Baasarn glanced to the bar tender, "Never really have come across 'ninjas' before. Most I've heard is that they usually focus on 'stealth' and the such."

"Well, I would have to agree. Being a ninja is cool, it is also dangerous," she smiled. "Even more so, for someone that can't see their opponents."

"True, but don't Ninjas more often rely on their other senses anyway?" She asked. "It's not like seeing the enemy is all that necessary when you're using a sword or dagger."

"Mmm, that's only half true," Tonakee tilted her head a little. "What you're thinking of is a mix of Earth's ninja. I'm a ninja in the sense of, I'm a silent protector. Cause, back at home there is a section of land that bottle necks to the sea with mountains on either side, and a forest right in the middle. Well stuck on the edge of the sea is about half an army of Seige Warriors, and they came through once before destroying everything in their path, the kingdom just outside the forest couldn't stop them. So the normally peaceful people of the forest trapped them by the sea. The Seige Warriors now continuously try to get back to the other half of their army, so the people of the forest became the now unknown protectors of a kingdom that hates us," she explained.

"True, I just love daggers." She flipped her hand and a ruby studded quartz dagger appeared. "So beautiful. So dangerous. They are truly my spirit animal."

Tonakee smiled again, she pulled out both her curved daggers. They looked identical. The handles wrapped in a bright red ribbon, the blade having glass like tips leading into silver, to the middle that was gold, and then back out to silver, and then the glassy like tips. "I agree, daggers are my favorite weapon of choice. They are easy to handle and I use close combat often and daggers are easy to use up close. Long range is not my strong suit. These were a special gift from my brother. He hand crafted them."

Baasarn listened as the bar tender and Tonakee started to converse with each other. The tip of his tail was twitching now and then as he continued to lightly scratch at the loose scales on the back of his neck. He seemed to still emit a soft growl from his chest, though it was more of a growl of annoyance. Shedding truly was the worst…
He paused, looking over as weapons were suddenly set out on the tables. Baasarn was seemingly eyeing each dagger, not eyeing in as he 'wanted them', it was more so him calculating the possible outcomes of being in a fight with such weapons, if they were ever to be used against him. Though his scales were quite well for protection, having usual normal weapons bounce of harmlessly. Other weapons have managed to scratch his scales, though not fully penetrating through his natural armor. However, now as he was in a shedding state, his scales would be much softer, a dangerous time.
"I'm more of a close combatant as well. Ranged enemies are such a nuisance to deal with."
He released a soft 'tsk' at the thought of arrows or even throwing weapons. It could be so hard to work when you were constantly getting harassed by random, flying objects.

"You wouldn't really like my brother then," Tonakee chuckled. "He's is much more of a long range guy, his weapon of choice is the bow."

Hinata nodded.
"Me, I personally love swords. Especially mine." She gave a smile, and her look said I know more than you do.

The barkeep nodded. “I tried a crossbow once. It wasn’t much fun not actually being on the battlefield. I have met some cool archers but I’ve never been able to get the hang of it.”

"As my brother put it, using the bow is just as hard as learning to walk on a tight rope," Tonakee laughed.

“No but I can walk on a tightrope. I even worked with the circus for a while. Archery is way harder.”

"Not according to him. But everything to him seems easy, just cause he can adapt to things faster than you can say Carthenallyartaca." Tonakee put her daggers away.

Sounds of horses and loud footsteps can be heard coming from outside the Tavern. The sounds were loud from the beginning. They then stopped. Not long after, a man with golden caduceuses in his eyes, white wavy hair and a black blade symbol beside his right eye walked into the tavern. The clothing he had resembled that of a horse rider but it looked formal as if he was from a royal family.

Tonakee looked to the person's direction, then chose to look away. There was a bad aura about him. And he seemed to be looking for someone.

(Wait, if you are saying this is the same dude from the other rp, then how is Hinata here too?)

"Everyone has their strengths, just as they have their weaknesses," Baasarn commented.
The male leaned back in his chair, his tail moving just a bit. He continued to seemingly rub the back of his neck, a few more scales falling off to the floor. Though he paid no mind to them, just part of what he was and that wouldn't change.
"Most 'range' I focus on is occasional lightning strikes or ice shards. For the most part though, I used that as close range with a well balanced blade."
His head turned at the sound of hooves. Baasarn's yellow eyes glowed, the black pupils narrowing slightly. The spines along his tail partially raised, more alert. His gaze landed on a male who soon entered the building. He raised an eyeridge at the newest addition. The draconic humanoid's forked tongue flicked out, testing the air. Yup, that scent and air was unmistakable. Most likely a noble of some sort.

(I can quickly answer this one too! And I’ll just say, you’ll see his reaction soon enough!)

(Just roll with it. Nothing makes sense.)

(tru.)

Hinata felt the hairs on the back of her neck raise.

Tonakee actually moved closer to Baasarn feeling more safe next to him. The man that had just entered gave her chills.