Post by Yamamoto Kenji on Nov 4, 2014 19:49:01 GMT -5
When he had said he was open to the suggestion of odd jobs for a living, Kenji never thought that the term "Odd" would ever extend to something as outlandish as this, much less that someone would hire him to do it. Inf act, the whole situation was so outlandish that the young Ronin was having trouble believing that it was actually happening. The only thing that kept him from just wandering off in disbelief was the soft-spoken voice curling through his head, feeding him information about the area ahead from a bird's eye view. According to the voice, there was a small guard of about four armed men waiting just ahead, in a small alcove.
With a great leap and the soft fluttering of a black kimono, Kenji would vault over a small barricade recently set up by the near-by guards, gold-encrusted royal chamber-pot in hand, sloshing with a mixture of honey, powdered fish bone, and Lychee juice. After landing lightly on his feet the remaining Yamamoto sprinted ahead, continuing a delivery of utmost importance. When the local royalty said they needed specially made chamber pots, well... They tended to get what they wanted. Not that they ever didn't get what they wanted.
After a long trek up some temple steps to a shrine, and some more lackadaisical guards, the chamber pot arrived on scene. Kenji was very careful to make as little noise as possible as he slowly shuffled up behind the squatting prince, deep in prayer with the local monks, placed the chamber pot under his exposed buttocks, and then quietly shuffled away. It seemed that the prince didn't hear the news about fasting before marathon pray sessions with the monks in the area, who were known to pray for quite substantial periods of time before stopping to rest. At least all of the business was behind him, Kenji mused to himself as he descended to collect the almost diminutive sum of money for the task he was hired for. At least it was still early in the day, and the weather ensured that the elegant wooden instrument inside of the black box atop the odd-jobber's back would be safe.
After relaying the success and sum to his partner in crime, Kenji found a suitable place to set up and start his much-practiced street performance. The strings of his Guqin were tuned and swept free of any dust, the instrument itself was inspected and lovingly handled, and then the box was set, open, on the ground in front of the small faux-alleyway that the musician was about to play in.
Meanwhile, a certain ancient creature named after the color of her scales descended on a small group of Boar. The hairy pigs had no relationship to the aristocracy causing all of the political and military turbulence, but it would be fun to snatch up a few and roast them for dinner anyways. After all, it wasn't often that one came across a suitably abandoned area where something as filling, though lean, as a boar or two roamed. One had to take advantage of these things when they happened.
When the two boars had been captured and hauled high into the air, Senbo would fly herself and the duo of dinner items over to the temporary camp that was set up for herself and her partner. Roasting the meat would likely end up taking the better part of the day, especially since the green lady had little else to work with but her fiery breath, her sharp claws, and her teeth. The process would have to be started early, in order to be done in time for a good meal. If it had been relevant to the time period, the Green lady might have found it funny that she was the one actually bringing home the bacon in the relationship.
Eos had been on the unknown island for slightly over a month. She really hadn’t expected this; a whole other world so close to the one she knew, and yet very different culturally. Their language was difficult, however she had managed to pick some of it up. Not enough for full blown conversations, mind you, but a few basic sentences to get what she needed.
Despite it being sometime in the 1400s, Eos was a European on Japanese land. Perhaps she was the first, or perhaps other brave supernatural explorers had come before, but either way it was an astounding discovery to the daemon. She had set off from the coast of South Korea in the form of a sea creature. She hadn’t completely believed in the fact that there was more land out there, and certainly hadn’t expected to find some so soon. So, after washing up on a beach, Eos began travelling the island in the shape of a European woman. She came across a river with a woman washing clothes, and gave her quite a fright, apparently not fitting in. She called her Oni, or something like that. When she changed into the shape of the woman, trying to appease her, the poor girl fainted. Eos took advantage of the situation and grabbed some clothes.
She’d been travelling ever since, usually remaining quite mute. She went to villages, hung around markets, and merely wandered around to see what this strange place was like. Listening and watching gave her a basic grasp over the language, but her accent always had the locals look at her strangely. Well, that and probably the fact she was a woman travelling alone. (Or at least she was fairly certain she looked like a woman. She didn’t want to be rude but many of these people looked alike to her).
Eos had none of their currency, and so could not purchase any of the strange but delicious looking foods. So, to survive her travels, she had taken to living off the land. She bathed in rivers, slept where she could, and hunted wild game. She was in the process of doing the latter when the smell of roasting meat reached her nose. Today had been fairly unsuccessful, and her stomach was growling quite mightily.
Probably even loudly enough to scare away the animals… She thought. It was a gross exaggeration though. Still, fueled by hunger she decided to follow her nose. At best the cook would share; at worst she would simply be sent off to hunt again. It really would be a waste to not even try.
It didn’t take long before the smell of meat was overwhelming her and making her mouth water. However, as Eos stepped into the clearing the thought of food fell completely from her mind. Frozen and mute, the daemon stared with large eyes at the great beast that was the cook.
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Post by Yamamoto Kenji on Nov 4, 2014 23:34:42 GMT -5
The soft plucking of strings wafted through the streets lazily, almost embodying the lazy nature of the town and day itself. Each note seemed to follow the last just barely on time, but then the tune would momentarily speed up, and then drift back into a stupor, not unlike a sleepy man would run to catch up after finding himself to be behind, only to let himself slow down and repeat the cycle. The song was playing a game of cat and mouse with none other than itself, though few stopped to listen and appreciate.
After spending a good deal of time sitting and finish the song, and on finding that there were few that even knew he was playing, Kenji counted the coins he had received and packed up to go. It wasn't much, but it would cover the cost of a bag full of tea and a small jug of sake at least. From what Senbo had relayed, they wouldn't be needing to worry about food for the next day or two anyways, so long as nobody had any qualms about roast boar.
The frantic alert that marked discovery came almost as soon as Kenji had started to accept the decently sized clay jug that held the night's festivities inside of it, which nearly caused a scene at the little stand it was purchased from. People usually tended not to fumble around with their alcohol before they had even consumed it, much less nearly drop the whole jug on the ground. On hindsight the young Yamamoto supposed that it was probably quite a comical scene. A straw-hatted man with a Daisho at his side frantically running through the town with a sake jug and bag full of tea leaves, but at the time all he could think about was making his way back to the campsite as quickly as he could. The faster he made it there the faster any potential problems could be solved, preferably non-violently.
Senbo on the other hand, was having quite the difficult time figuring out what to do to buy time while her other half made his way to the scene. He was quite a ways away when he started running, and they hadn't yet come up with a plan outside of hoping the person fainted long enough to arrange a plausible scene. Usually people fainted after some roaring, in the few times that they've stumbled on the great green girly, but really there was no telling what would happen.
In the brief moment after her eyes met the random woman's, Senbo's mind nearly stopped, her face frozen in the unmistakable "Oh, shit" look that is common among those who might be caught doing something they aren't supposed to be doing, such as a child who's been caught with their hand in the cookie jar, or a sneak-thief who is caught by the owner of the home they are robbing. A small puff of smoke made it's way out of the distinctive but small "O" formed by the Dragoness' lips as her mind raced on how to handle the situation. She could do her best to imitate the hallucination one might have while a tree falls over and nearly strikes them down, she could sit and wait, take up her wings and fly away, even roast the poor girl as unappetizing as the option was. The safest bet for the moment seemed to be to just wait things out, and to see exactly what the woman did before reacting. Maybe the lady would mistake the Dragoness for an intricate statue, if she were still enough?
Eos stared dumbstruck at the sight before her. It seemed like a giant reptile was standing before her, staring at her with wide eyes. Was this creature common to these foreign lands? Eos had no idea, and prayed to the Greek Goddess of the Hunt, Artemis, that if this was one of her predatory creatures to have it refrain from eating poor Eos. She didn’t move a single muscle, currently in a frozen staring contest with the strange creature.
Eos considered her options. Running away would incite a chase from most animals. She considered changing shape and flying away, but noted the large thing had folded up appendages that looked like wings. By Pan, what was this thing? Perhaps the sudden change of shape would startle the beast and give her enough time to escape.
However, as Eos slowly took in the scene around her, she noted the very unusual setting the lizard was in. It was clearly cooking food, not stealing or scavenging. The area looked like people had been there recently. It slowly dawned on the daemon that this creature might be sentient. Hell, for all she knew it was a common intelligent species on this strange island. Maybe it was even thinking her odd for freaking out at such a common sight! She took a deep breath and put a hand on her hungry stomach.
“Ko-ko-konichiwa.” She stuttered out. Her eyes briefly glanced over at the roasting meat and back to the lizard. “Shokuhin kudasai? ”
Her vocabulairy was quite limited, but she managed to get out a simple ‘food please?’ to the creature. Worst came to worst, Eos was wrong about the assumption of it being an intelligent creature, then she could always revert to one of the escape plans.
Post by Yamamoto Kenji on Nov 12, 2014 22:55:35 GMT -5
If the situation had allowed it, the lone kimono-clad figure racing along the horizon might have had a good laugh about how ridiculous he probably looked. Running around with a Guqin on his back, a jug of sake in one hand, a bag of tea leaves in his other, and his Daisho bobbing up and down at his side. In fact, it was all Kenji could to to stop himself from laughing on the few occasions that he stopped to catch his breath.
From the messages he was getting from Senbo, it seemed that the old 'Don't move and hope the person just faints' trick wasn't really working out. In fact, now they were talking, and with a foreign accent no less. It was starting to look like things might get bad enough to where Kenji's companion would have to resort to Plan D, which was never good. Whenever someone forced that plan out of it's box Kenji never heard the end of it, and he wasn't looking forward to evil eye he would undoubtedly be getting later on in the evening.
Meanwhile, Senbo was quickly finding her options for dealing with this strange creature to be running out. It hadn't shown any signs of fainting, though it did turn quite a few shades more pale than it was initially. It hadn't moved at all, and it even saw fit to start up a conversation and just ask for some food. Honestly, it wasn't even dressed properly, paired with the distinctly foreign accent, it wasn't doing a very good job of blending in with the locals. That being said, there really only was a few ways to get rid of it, all of which save one seemed to now be gone.
Plan D. The one thing that neither Kenji nor Senbo herself ever really wanted to employ, not only because of it's complexity and all of the hours it had been practiced to get it to a working point, but because it was absolutely ridiculous and somewhat humiliating. What normally would take a troop of trained men inside of a fragile but complex shell of bamboo and rice paper, with the odd string and piece of metal, had to be accomplished by one single entity with Plan D. Senbo had to pull of the Dancing Dragon, but be clumsy enough to make it look as though there were many people inside of her, all manipulating different parts. She hoped her second half would arrive fast enough to stop the madness, but even those hopes were starting to falter.
Obviously he didn't make it in time, the town he was in was quite a ways away, and it was silly to think he could run that distance so shortly while on foot.
Senbo quietly raised herself, a little wobbly and unsteadily, jaw slack and tail limp. The large scaled creature would halfheartedly nod towards the roasting food, a sort of 'Help yourself' gesture, and then start to awkwardly stop around the nearby area. After getting a feel for the situation, the lady in green would start to refine her movements, turning them into a slightly more graceful version of the ever-so-popular Dragon Dance. Something usually reserved for the new year celebrations, though practiced throughout the year.
Post by Eos Erigeneia on Dec 9, 2014 19:30:26 GMT -5
Eos stared in disbelief at the show before her. The giant, very realistic lizard had begun jerking its body around. She had seen the paper dragons before (although she did not know their name), as she had gone to a few festivals during her travels of this strange foreign land. She had watched the paper dragons’ dance, but they had all had lots of small feet barely visible at the bottom. This creature certainly did not.
For a moment she thought about how accurate those men with the fake bodies were. They had moved just like this creature was doing now! She had thought up till that point that it had only been for show, but this creature was jerking its body around in the same manner those men had. Anyhow, the creature seemed tame, and had pointed to the most important thing: food. It was clearly giving her the ‘go ahead’ for her question, so she did a quick bow and thanked the strange creature. She did not comment on its sudden need to dance, not wanting to be rude.
Eos walked over to the cooked meat and took out a knife. She cut off a chunk, then juggled the hot meat in her hands for a moment, and then finally took a bite once it has cooled down. Eos said ‘Delicious’, and sat near the fire to watch the dancing dragon.
Post by Yamamoto Kenji on Dec 11, 2014 23:22:48 GMT -5
A quick 'She isn't buying it.' popped into the back of Kenji's mind as he continued to steadily make his way through the forest that he and his friend had set up camp in for the past few days. If there was any smidgen on breath left inside of his lungs to sigh he would have done so. Usually people just left and/or ran away and/or left some money behind by this point thinking that Senbo was just a cleverly designed costume with people inside of it, but obviously this lady wasn't having any of it. That only left a few options open to the half-dangerous-duo, unfortunately. It wouldn't be good if rumors started to spread about a dragon flying about, though if it came down to it whoever decided to start such a rumor was liable to get smacked upside the head and called delusional. So, they could make it seem like the lady was just hallucinating or something, they could capture and transport her somewhere completely different, or they could just let her go if they were confident she wouldn't spill the rice, so to speak.
In either case they would have to decide quickly, as the young Ronin was beginning to approach the general camp area. He wasn't running like a madman anymore, but creeping expertly through the underbrush and foliage offered to him by the misty depths of the woods. Being stealthy in such a situation was a second nature of a sort by now, he had done it so often. Not always for these reasons though, in fact most of the time it wasn't for reasons anything like this. It tended to be more along the lines of sabotage and subterfuge, lighting a particularly dangerous camp of soldiers up, stealing a box of supplies or otherwise from a caravan, guerrilla warfare in other words. It was all excellent practice, really.
In the meantime, a still-dancing Senbo was making her final decision on what to do about her current predicament. The time for Kenji to make his move was fast approaching, and if it could ever be helped at all, the two agreed to only ever use any violence as an absolute last resort when dealing with civilians or non-hostile people. Her decision having been made, the live Dancing-Dragon quickly acted.
Footwork and limb movements started to speed up as the scaly creature continued to dance her way about her spot, inevitably stirring up a few low-hanging clouds of dust. The lady in green would make sure she had the other female's attention before she finished her maneuvers with the unfurling of her wings, and a powerful downward stroke with the sturdy appendages. The great plume of dust was more than enough to cover the no-longer-dancing Dragon as she quickly used the smokescreen to dart in the opposite direction of the camp, and into the misty trees beyond.
The opportunity being made, Kenji saw no reason not to take it. As the dust rose into the air he would walk steadily towards the still-roasting meat over the still-smoldering fire crafted by his dear friend, the air of a weary man hanging about his slumber shoulders and bent back. He was just a traveler who had returned from a shopping trip to the local village, who also just happened to have a Daisho wrapped about his waist. He would look up at the woman with a face full of surprise and curiosity, another well-rehearsed action, and then extend his greetings to her. The now cautious traveler would take a seat on the opposite end of the fire, and delicately look over the hunk of boar-flesh resting on it. After a few moments he would introduce himself as Yamamoto, and ask the name of the woman before him. All the while, completely ignoring that there was previously a Dragon in the space behind him. If he didn't acknowledge it, maybe the lady would think she was just seeing things.
Post by Eos Erigeneia on Dec 11, 2014 23:39:43 GMT -5
Eos kept an eye on the dragon, not completely trusting of the strange being. But only an eye, because the rest of her attention was on the meat she was eating. It tasted delicious, and Eos’s stomach happily took the offering. It had been quite a while since she had had meat.
As she enjoyed the feast, she coughed at the sudden storm of dust that had begun to form. She then gave the dragon about eighty-seven percent of her attention (the rest of her body still taking bites out of the meat), and saw that it had unfurled gorgeous wings. With a great movement, the dragon stirred the dusty air until Eos couldn’t see the creature at all. For a moment, she was afraid, thinking that the dragon was possibly making cover so that she could attack and eat the daemoness. But as the dust faded, so did the dragon, and instead a man approached.
“Hello!” She called out in Japanese, offering a smile. Her eyes looked over the man, whom seemed fairly normal from what she had seen so far. He had a weapon, however it would be quite silly for a traveller to not have some sort of protection.
The man introduced himself as Tamamoto, and Eos smiled. She saw no reason to lie, despite getting comments on the oddness of her name.
“Eos.” She replied, bowing her head. She found that the customs of this land were quite confusing, so she had taken to bowing to almost anything in fear of offending somebody. “Fire… Yours?” She asked, unable to formulate the entire sentence. She had the impression that most people thought she was a bumbling fool. “Your friend allowed meat for me. Is it alright? Friend seems to suddenly be gone though.”
Post by Yamamoto Kenji on Dec 15, 2014 18:51:56 GMT -5
With Senbo safely out of the line of fire, both she and Kenji could spend the rest of the day figuring out how exactly to convince the new lad that she's seeing things. Fortunately for the intertwined pair, the more masculine half had just gone to town and come back with enough sake to pickle a large Dojo. Well maybe that's an exaggeration, but he brought back a lot. With any luck he'd be able to convince the lady, who's name was Eos, that she was just drunk throughout all of the Dragon bits.
That being thought, the Ronin would raise an eyebrow at the woman's comment about his scaly friend, as though skeptic of her seeing anything before him. Kenji would state that he didn't travel with anyone, and then suggest that maybe she was just seeing things out of the corners of her eyes. Regardless, he would unpack a few of the items he had brought from the nearest market, and would quickly sit a few bottles full of some powerfully strong rice wine just within the range of the fire's edge to be heated.
Meanwhile, he would ask Eos if she were a traveler herself. Kenji had never heard of a name like hers and would state as much, followed by the a question regarding whether or not she was a foreigner. All the while he would keep a close eye on the small jugs filled to the brim with sake, waiting for the right moment to take them out of the flames. Perhaps everyone would be more at east with a little alcohol floating through their bloodstream.
Elsewhere, Senbo was slithering discretely through the foliage. Once she was far away enough to where she could be slightly less stealthy, she started looking for a good vantage point of the forest around her. If she had a good view of the area she'd be able to warn her partner if she spotted any patrols or militant groups on their way. One of the drawbacks of being in enemy territory was that those with reputations tended to be actively searched for and tracked, but with any luck they would be a day or two ahead of their pursuers. The lady in green had been wrong before though, and setting fire to a major staging point was a pretty big offense to the local Daimyo.
Post by Eos Erigeneia on Dec 17, 2014 23:30:57 GMT -5
The daemoness only smiled when her new companion raised his eyebrow at her. She took another bite from the meat in her hands and almost choked when he said he didn’t travel with anyone. “Sorry! They said I could, and I was hungry…” She gestured at the meat in her hands weakly, realizing she had been bated into stealing it. To his reply, she either smiled or handed the meat back.
“Yes, I’m South-West. Small village, but I think parents hit head when I born. Noise of pain, ‘Eos’!” She replied when he asked about if she was a traveller. She couldn’t exactly say that she was from another land entirely, as she highly doubted the fact that they knew of what would one day be known as Greece. She gazed curiously at the containers he had been heating by the fire. Eos had had a little bit of sake, as a gift for her hard work, but never more than a cup. He seemed to have a lot, and she remembered the pleasant warmth of it. She hoped he would offer her some, but didn’t want to appear rude by asking.
Instead, she turned back to the subject of the creature she’d seen. “Anyhow, I sorry for taking meat once again. Large, not-stupid creature. Wings like bird but lizard for body. Green like if ocean solidified. Pretty. Common here?”
Post by Yamamoto Kenji on Dec 18, 2014 15:03:11 GMT -5
The apology made regarding potentially stolen meat was waved off with a single hand from Kenji, followed by his saying that it was no big deal. Leaving it out in the open as it was was just asking for someone to come take some, which was fine by him. He enjoyed talking to interesting people which the smell of cooking meat occasionally brought, and he said as much.
The next thing the woman said caught Kenji's attention. He had been through most of Japan in his travels, but not once had he ever heard of anyone with a name like Eos. Adding that to her inability to speak very fluently, her mannerisms and obviously obliviousness to culture, it was getting harder and harder to believe that the woman wasn't from some other land. Or at least, wasn't raised inside of a cave by other such dwellers, untouched by time and the outside world. Regardless, Kenji would hold his peace for the moment, as it was time to take the sake off of the fire.
Small cups of clear alcohol were poured for the two people sitting around the fire, mostly silently. The man would state that the fluid might be a little hot before drinking his own back, and then saying the woman was probably thinking of a dragon, and that she was probably more hungry than she thought she was. He would carefully explain Japan's culture around Dragons, and the chances of a dragon actually existing are infinitesimal.
Even though all of the conversation was being relayed to Senbo, the lady in green was finding it somewhat frustrating to be stuck in a tree up on a particularly tall mound of earth. What was even more frustrating was that she could smell the meal that she had painstakingly captured, killed, and cooked. It smelt delicious, and the thought that she wouldn't be having any for a while bothered her greatly, despite her partner's promise to save her a hefty chunk of flank and a bottle of sake.
Post by Eos Erigeneia on Dec 18, 2014 15:18:07 GMT -5
She smiled and thanked him for the compliment, bowing her head again slightly, and did the same a second time when he handed her a cup of sake. She blew gently on the warm liquid before taking a cautious sip. When her lips determined that it was hot, but not scalding, she drank the entire glass. “Good, thank you.”
She seemed to be full of thanks today. It was truly nice to get to sit and enjoy a nice meal, with good company, without having to work very hard at it. She had quickly learned in her time abroad that she wasn’t a very good hunter. She would even sometimes speak the wrong language, having had to pick up the basics of so many places. Japanese was by far one of the most different tongues she had used. She’d often been refused work, seeming like she was a simpleton who couldn’t complete the most basic of jobs. She didn’t blame them, but that combined with her poor hunting skills had had Eos eating meager meals. While these memories were going through her head, as if provoked by the meat that now filled her stomach, she listened to the kind man in front of her. He used an unfamiliar word when addressing the creature she had described, and she assumed it was the name of the green lizard. However, he also seemed to say something about them being impossible. Surely this was simply an error in Eos’s language skills, as she had seen the ‘dragon’ herself. “No stories like that in my home. But I saw one, I know.”
Post by Yamamoto Kenji on Dec 19, 2014 0:06:39 GMT -5
The man's own cup of rice wine was nursed for a period of time before emptied, it's owner taking great care to not lose himself in the embrace of the strong, inebriating fluids. He would pay very close attention to the woman's etiquette however, and even closer attention on the status of her itty-bitty cup. When it was emptied, he would simply reach over and fill it up again to the best of his abilities, as was custom. He would return her thanks with a smile as warm as the drink, and a brief nod of his head, then explain that he didn't get many opportunities to spend time with anyone on the move. The companionship was always welcome.
After listening to her talk about his far-off friend again, Kenji would again insist that it was more likely she saw a troupe of monks practicing their dancing inside of a very well made dragon costume. They were getting more and more complex with each passing year, he would say, and then go on to estimate that within the next decade or so they would even be flying or breathing flame. The man would follow up by stating that the only real myths or legends that anyone was liable to run into while out and about were the ones that all the damned conflict in recent days had created, like a Daimyo and company, or whoever the locals had deemed the 'Black wolf' was. An honest-to-gods dragon was impossibly far-fetched.
Meanwhile, the Lady in Green had managed to find a small group of bickering birds flocking about a very particular shrub out in the middle of an open field a ways away. It wasn't difficult to make out the details of each individual from distance, at least not for her keen eyes it wasn't, and it seemed like there was a group of males putting on a show for an obviously prime sample of a female. They were flickering about the large lady-bird in a surely dazzling display of colors and beautiful song, and one had even managed to make themselves look enough alike a female that he was being courted by another male. Senbo was secretly hoping the smart little guy was the one who one out over the others, who were merely content with berating and beating the other males away from their 'prize'.
Post by Eos Erigeneia on Jan 4, 2015 15:19:40 GMT -5
Time idly trickled away, and Eos continued to drink multiple cups of sake. It left a warm, pleasant feeling in her stomach while an equally warm smile rested on her lips. The need for politeness, to not take too much of what was generously given to her, had washed away. She shook her head at her new companion’s guess on what the dragon had been, stating the she had seen a troupe play a dragon before. It was not the same, for this beast had large, well-muscled legs instead of small human feet peering out at the bottom. Usually she would have given up the subject by now, but her mind was feeling a little bit hazy and she felt the need to prove herself.
“Black Wolf?” She repeated with a hiccup, unfamiliar with the conflict in these areas. She felt like she should keep that in mind, but with each cup of sake it felt less and less important. “Wolves, powerful beings. In my land, story of a God turned Lycaon into a wolf for horrible deeds. To test if Gods know all, fed human.”
She took another sip of her sake and laughed lightly. “But many mistakes in my home. Many false Gods. Maybe false story? But lots unknown, like the dragon!”
Post by Yamamoto Kenji on Jan 4, 2015 16:55:18 GMT -5
This lady sure was insistent, Kenji mused to himself. He'd hate to be the one trying to preach the false ideals of one of the larger warlords to her, not that he would do so for or to anyone anyways. It definitely looked like she was really starting to feel the effects of the clear alcohol, but who knew exactly what of drunk she would be. The man himself was doing his best to keep himself from getting too pickled, but at the rate they were going he realized that he was going to have to kick it up a notch.
The next pouring that he gave himself was done somewhat shakily, and with reduced time than he had originally been doing. Between the small splashes and overall less fluids being added to his cup, he figured he could last long enough to see his new friend pass out, or some other such thing. Even if he wasn't able to convince her, if she blacked out he might just be able to move her to an inn or some place. She might even forget she saw a dragon in the first place, which would be ideal.
On a completely different note, the lady's lack of knowledge of the conflict on the island was genuinely surprising to Kenji. He understood that she was a foreigner, but even then he had assumed that the people nearby were aware. He would tell Eos about the recent troubles his nation had been having, and then explain that there was an urban legend floating around about a vengeful spirit. The man would say that the legend had started just recently when supply caravans and base camps had started to get attacked and burned, and that according to the survivors the spirit took the form of a burned samurai with the head of a wolf. Kenji would take a drink from his small cup before brushing off most of what he just said as drunken ravings, and that some lazy person had probably just accidentally lit a tent on fire or something.
Speaking of fires, the lady in green had spotted a slight glow in the distance. It was barely noticeable against the land under the falling sun, now halfway beyond the horizon, but it was there. A small black line drifted lazily through the air above the glow which meant that it couldn't be a large fire, but there was definitely something flaming over there. It was probably nothing, but she decided to let her second half know about it anyways. Along with chastising him for telling ghost stories about himself to strange people.