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Jessica silently made several rude gestures at the dragon from her position behind him at the bar. It was a petty thing to do, but Jessica was still more than just a little pissed off at the dragon, and it was really all she could do at the moment.
Daichi sighed when Lucafell finally left, relaxing slightly. He would prefer to be rid of the dragon, and his hounding presence, but it seemed that it would take said dragon's death to accomplish that. He got to his feet, ready to wander the town.
((I'll leave that up to you, Jessica plans on taking a bath, though she did invite Scarla. It really boils down to weather you want to focus on character interactions for a bit, or move the story along.))
Scarla turned to Jessica, stressed and said, "I'd love a bath. I need to think about something else." She sighed. This had been the worst week of her life. Maxwell made her feel more lonely, but Jessica seemed nice enough. She really didn't know much about Daichi, though he seemed kinder than Maxwell. She waved to the bartender, who came walking by.
"Need something?" she said.
"You wouldn't happen to have a bath here, would you?" Scarla asked.
"We have a few baths, some sharing rooms some private. It's a bit expensive but..." The bartender paused then remembered what table she was at. "Oh! You're Maximilian's friends! Any friend of Maximilian's is a friend of mine! You can use the bath whenever you like!"
Scarla looked puzzled. Did she mean Maxwell? But they couldn't possibly know each other. Then it hit her. "You mean Lucafell?" she said, grimacing.
"Yeah, what did you not know his name or something?"
She cut in quickly when it seemed Scarla was at a loss for words. "Well, you see we've only just recently made his acquaintance, and Lucafell was the name he gave us at the time." Her mind seized on what she thought may be a great opportunity. "Maybe after we're done in the baths, you could tell us a little more about him. Our meeting was unfortunately brief." She didn't like the dragon any more now that she had after he attacked, but she couldn't pass up the chance to learn more about an enemy, so she played the part of a curious new acquaintance.
"What do you say we share a room for this bath eh?" She asked Scarla before turning her attention to the bartender, waiting to be shown where the baths were, and ready to pay if needed.
The bartender nodded to Jessica's question but first asked the girls "How did you meet Maximilian?" Scarla looked a Jessica for help as she turned on the hot water and undressed as the bathtub slowly filled with water.
She finished undressing, and set her clothes in a neat pile on top of a stool near the tub, then put her satchel on top where it would be easily accessible. "I've been waiting for this for days." She commented as she sat on the edge of the tub, waiting for it to finish filling, and for the bartender.
"How'd you meet him?" Scarla asked, curious.
"He saved me when I was young, no more than a year old. My... house burned down, and my parents were killed in the fire. Maximilian raised me as his own." The bartender looked away. "He said he didn't want me to be like him." She looked back, a sad look on her face. "I wish I could have been like him. He protects this place. He's a hero around town." She looked back at the two, and wiped away her frown, showing a gleaming smile. "Oh, I'm rattling. Do you need anything else?"
Scarla's jaw was hanging a bit open. She stammered, "That... can't..." She shut her mouth before she said anything and looked over to Jessica.
Once the bartender was ready to leave them, Jessica thanked her. Once the two were alone, she faced Scarla with a sigh. "Well, it's a good thing we didn't start a fight earlier." She said with a small smile before she gingerly climbed into the tub of hot water. "How are you feeling?" She asked the feline with genuine concern. "You've been pretty quiet the last couple days. Want to talk?" She asked.
Scarla responded to Jessica with a weak "I'm fine." When Jessica asked if she wanted to talk, she gave a small nod. "Why... why did this have to happen? First, Pablo, then Conner. Why?" She paused, thinking. It came to her. "That damned Maxwell started all of this." She mumbled, crossing her arms and burying her face in her forearms.
Meanwhile, on the streets, Maxwell and Daichi had been browsing the street markets. Selection was limited, but not so bad that all necessary items couldn't be replenished. Maxwell's legging clinked together, creating a ever present noise. The streets, while not empty, did create a presence of loneliness. Despite the morning being cloudless, the sunlight seemed filtered, as if it were passing through thick, heavy storm clouds.
Maxwell spoke to himself, "Damn, no medicine..." he, himself was running low of his own, and it appeared that this land had no idea what anti-bionics were. He sighed to himself, realizing that if he got sick, he'd have to rely on his own immune system. He checked his satchel. Only a few blood vials left... Some moss... Bandages... No sedatives... He realized he had a native of this world behind him. He walked up to Daichi. "What does this place use for medicine? I'm low on medical supplies, and I need some replacements."
((Maxwell's old world was far advanced in terms of medicine but lacked magical advancements.))
Daichi had walked along with Maxwell, mostly just enjoying the feel of the ground beneath his feet again, and the sun on his scales. Most of the supplies he had grabbed for himself were basic travel supplies, mostly food.
Daichi shook himself from an almost semi-meditative state as Maxwell approached and asked a question. "Oh, well." He replied as he thought for a few moments. "There are herbalists and apothecaries that make poultices, salves, tonic, and such related things. If you're looking for something stronger, we may be able to find an alchemist with potions. Best way to go though, if possible, would be to see a healer...a mage who specializes in healing magic." He shrugged. "If you know what you're looking for though, I would say try an apothecary or herbalist."
"Help me!" a young ferret screamed as she tried to fight off a much larger badger. A rather unpleasant scene was unfolding. Maxwell knew what was happening and he didn't like it. He drew his sword and looked to Daichi.
Daichi's attention was immediately drawn to the scene down the alleyway. He didn't need to draw his weapon as a staff easily doubles as a walking stick. "It would seem your attentions are unwanted. You should leave her alone friend else you find yourself under attack instead." He warned as he nodded to Maxwell, and started down the alley toward the badger.
The young ferret was nearly in tears after what had nearly happened. "Th- Thank you. I- I can't thank you enough." she paused to see Maxwell begin to walk away. "Wait!" she shouted.
"What? He's gone, so we don't need to be here anymore."
The ferret looked at Daichi, confused.
As the young ferret thanked them, Daichi stepped up, and helped her get to her feet. "It's no problem, couldn't just look the other way." He commented. When the ferret looked at him with confusion, Daichi simply shrugged. "He's very...to the point." he offered as an explanation. As he spoke, he gently guided the ferret out of the alleyway. "Do you think you'll be ok from here?" He asked. "would you like an escort?" His concern, and desire to help were quite genuine.
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