Tomoe had concluded his business at the Penumbral Guard guild hall, and what business it was. It had to be stated, for the record, that the guild's ashes brought with them the feeling of freedom not unlike putting on a new pair of underwear on a clear Spring morning. The screams of pain of those that stationed themselves at the guild, burning and being crushed or beaten to death... those were all things that contributed to the brand new 'him'. SHE would no doubt be pleased as well, as more recently he's felt that HER physical presence has strengthened. Where normally SHE would only speak to him, he would now catch glimpses of HER as he walked about, out of the corner of his eye; a dark shade filled with malice and love in equal parts that he could never truly look upon, as the figure would dissipate before he could center his gaze on it. To most this might be an unnerving development, but Tomoe was over the moon about it! Finally SHE could more easily and reliably materialize.
Anyway, Marigold was probably fucked. They no longer had a guild guarding over them, and even if that one other guild from Hargeon moved in to establish themselves, it ultimately wouldn't matter. This town was a turd fire waiting to ignite, and Tomoe was just here to make what money he could out of the place before leaving it to die. To that end, there was something or other about helping out some theater guy with a performance. He'd accepted, of course, but offered to bring Gunter along with him to get another perspective on the locals. They were hard workers that also knew how to play hard when they felt like, and that was admirable. It was so admirable that it made the Joyan want to puke - or perhaps that was from the whiskey, of which he was already drinking from a flask as he walked.
Eventually, Tomoe made his way into the 'Orange Minotaur Inn' as the sun shone overhead to signify it was about time for lunch. What a godawful name., Tomoe thought, sticking his hands in his pockets as he kicked open the door, accidentally using a bit too much strength and knocking the door halfway off its hinges.
"How's it goin', guys? Drinks are on m-"
Tomoe stopped upon entering, seeing that the small, green, rodent-like 'man' behind the counter had his skull caved in. Blood dripped freely from his head, which meant of course that the drink would flow just as freely. What, was anybody going to stop them? Of course they wouldn't. They were almost like demigods in their own right in this town of weaklings. At that point, the crimson cutthroat spotted Gunter and Kratos already taking seats, leaving one open for him. They even prepared a bottle! Perfect. The Joyan moved over and took his seat next to them, drinking deeply from the bottle and then letting go with a satisfied sigh.
"Whiskey? Good shit. I got my own supply, but the best price is free, at the end of the day. Here's to free shit!", Tomoe shouted with a gleeful smile as he raised his bottle to clang against those of his fellow drinking partners.
After a while longer of drinking, Tomoe remembered the time and realized that they were probably going to be late at this rate. He wasn't all that enthusiastic about the job, but money was money still. They'd show up plastered or at least tipsy, probably, but they'd still need to actually show up.
"We should get goin' soon here, yeah? Over to the theater. That guy wants his shoes shined or... or somethin'. I don't even know. We'll see what 'e wants when we get there, y'know?"
Tomoe sat up after finishing his bottle of whiskey. He'd toss it towards some random guy's head, nailing him right in the eyes as shards stuck themselves all across his face, up his nose, and of course in his eyes. He'd instinctively rub and close his eyes, ensuring that the glass shards would crunch and dig themselves further into his sockets as he rolled around and cried out in pain. Tomoe chuckled as he grabbed two more bottles of whiskey from behind the counter, tossing a single Jewel from his pocket at the dead goblin's face.
"Let's get this job started, yeah?"
And with that, Tomoe was out the door towards the theater.
WC: 745/1,500