Legacies Reborn

"Ah...I know of this festival...or so I've heard of it." Cecil comments as he sticks to Lucure's side.

"Yea, they celebrate it before the first week of winter." she adds, looking around. "Actually, it was during a festival like this when I had my first drink...And the last."
She sticks her tongue out.
"I don't like the taste of ale..."

"It's an acquired taste really."

"You should try sake... Much better than ale"

"I actually agree with you."

"Either way, I'll give those a wide berth for a while..."

"Now... A place to stay, shorty?"

She overlooks the nickname, and mentions, "Easy there, rabbit-dog, it's just around here, somewhere..."

"Seems more like a jackal to me."

"Ah, good. I'm anxious to see your vessel."

She guides the group away from the main festivities, and over towards a small pub. She ushers them all inside, and then crosses her arms.
"Alright, so you should find a table to sit. Eat up if you guys want, I'll be gone for a while looking for the sailors."

"Yeah. Let's go do that. Come on now."
He makes sure he gets one large enough for him, and the likely massive amount of food he'll eat.

"Oh alright. I'd love some food." Cecil says, limping to a table.

"Ah. How could I forget?"
He gets back up and helps Cecil to his table.
"Don't worry. I'll pay for what I get."

Lucure puts two fingers into her mouth, whistling loudly. A young Combusken runs over.
"Ah, Mirrah, welcome back! The usual?" he asks, plucking a feather and dipping the end in a small bit of ink he has with him. She shakes her head.
"They'll be the ones ordering. Just put it on my tab, and send it to the mine. My associate will pay it by the end of the week."
With a nod, he turns to the others, and Lucure speaks up to them.
"Eat whatever you want." she encourages. "Give me about an hour...I'll return when we're organized."

"Hell yea Ima eat what I want!"

With that said, Lucure disappears further into the tavern.

"Alright let's see what they got."

"I'd love a nice steak." Cecil mentions with a grin.

"I'm sure you can have more than that. You're a dragon. Dragons eat big."

'Don't even think about ruining Cecil's figure.' Caliber speaks up, not sounding pleased at Cain's antics.

"What? Nah that's not what I'm going for. Though he can always be a bit bigger..."

Cecil chuckles a bit. "I don't want to be the fat prince now." Of course, he says this with a bit of a whsiper.

'Of course not.' Caliber quietly replies back. 'I hope we don't have to sit here for TOO long...Sitting in one place for too long makes me anxious.'

"You two can eat... I need a place to look at my stuff"

"Eh. Alright then. Don't go too far off ok?"