The Tavern's front door opened and a figure entered, closing the door behind him. Leon Rayner glanced up, scanning the familiar interiors of the dimly-lit room. Familiar? Yes, Leon came here often.

To the far wall opposite the entrance was the bar found in the center. Two doors were on either side of the bar. The one on the left lead to the bathrooms while the one on the right was a back door, heading to an alley. There were several round, wooden tables scattered around the room, each table held a maximum of four chairs. That was about it.

There were several customers, each seeming to give off a sort of 'I'm bad' look. Leon realised that he was practically the only human within the room. No matter, Leon didn't seem to mind. He strode across the Tavern, the short hairs on the back of his neck rose, a sign that told him he was being watched. But he was used to this. He soon reached a vacant table by a corner. He sat down upon the wooden chair, his grey eyes glancing around casually before it dropped, settling onto the table's surface in front of him.

Why did Leon come to such a place? Because to him, it was comfortable. People here didn't normally come over to talk to him. Here, he was pretty isolated.

At the table a girl was sitting. She was wearing a bladck dress, and over the back of her chair was a black cape. A cape that has seen so much. Her name was Esael.
She was here for no reason. No reason at all. Esael saw a waiter walking by and signaled him. When he came over, she ordered a lani, one of the drinks that this tavern is famous for. Then she waited.
She had no idea what she was waiting for, until she saw him. His name was Leon.

It wasn't long until Leon glanced up again, he stood up and moved around the table. He strode towards his destination: the bar. He leaned his arms against the counter and waited for the bartender to move towards him. Once he had the bartender's attention, Leon ordered: "One beer please."

The bartender looked at him, "Just a beer?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

Leon shugged, "I'm going to start off easy, Drake." Leon replied, winking slightly. He soon turned, leaning his arms behind him against the counter and his gaze wondered around the bar.

"Here you go, Jay." The bartender said, placing the bottle onto the counter.

Leon turned, acknowledging the name the bartender had said. Jay. That was the name he was known as here. Why? Mostly to keep his identity hidden, any of these customers here could have been a victim of his past actions or even of his present job. Leon grinned and slid a few coins onto the counter, "Thanks, Drake." With that he took the bottle and headed back over to his table.

Finishing off her lani, she slid a few coins onto the table. Then she realized that she was still looking over at Leon. She didn't know what it was about him. In fact, she didn't even know how she knew his name. She couldn't remember anything of her life before waking up in the field.
Casually standing from her chair, she walked over to the table he was sitting alone at, manuvering through the customers. Choosing the seat across from Leon, she sat, and lowered her hood.
"Remember me?"

Leon took a swing of the beer, his grey-eyed gaze never resting in one spot too long. His gaze settled on a girl who soon stood up and soon darted to the bartender who was cleaning glasses, then to a old man sitting by himsel, carving something onto the table with a knife.

Once his gaze returned ahead of him, he spotted the girl sitting opposite him. He looked at her calmly, taking in her words as she spoke. His eyes narrowed slightly, both eyebrows raising and he shook his head, "No, I do not remember you. Am I supposed to?" He asked, then again, he never bothered trying to remember if she knew her or even try to see if he had seen her face before.

His free hand casually went to his side. Making sure it was hidden from the girl's view, he took a swing of his beer and without any obvious movements, his free hand slowly got out a dagger, he held it in his grasp. Sure he held it with his left hand, sure he was right handed, but he could use a knife with any hand. He was trained to do so. His gaze lingered on the female, his eyes never revieling a thing.

One of the least noticable, yet one of the stangest things in the entire bar was a small girl, no older then 8, in a dress that looks as if it was made from a sack- Oh yes, thats right, it was! With filthy grubby skin, pale but smothered in dirt and mud, and a skinny, scrawny body, she doesn't look like much. Most likely an orphan, a runaway, no, you couldn't tell that this was once a girl who had had riches and a family to care for her. Other then the dress she word no other clothing- save for a thick, mucky bandage that went from half way down her nose, right up to the top of her forhead, covering her eyes, the bandage was blood smeared and tattered, but it stayed there, covering empty eye-sockets. She was curled up in a corner, taking small sips from a drink- one she had stolen of course, with a large wolfdog, male by the looks of it.

Marrina stroked the dogs back for a moment, prehaps thinking, before finishing off her drink and 'looked' around the room again ((Check her profile if you want to know what I ment by 'looked'))...Did anybody have anything worth stealing? The images in her mind showed mostly nothing of intrest...but wait...what was that? A...Knife? A dagger? Or merely glint....? No, it was a weapon of some sort...She was sure of it.

Esael thought she saw him reach for a dagger, but when she looked again, there was nothing. It must have been a trick of the light. Looking up at him again, she realized how dissipointed she was. Coming so close to reveling something about her past, but coming up empty... again. Then he saw his expression. It was, blank. There was no emotion on it. Not when she asked, and not now. He was beginning to frighten her. Maybe she thought he was someone else, maybe his name wasn't Leon. If it isn't, then he's no use to me now, he knows that I'm looking for my identity. He knows too much. She casually reached into her pocket that held her wand, but didn't pull it out, for an unexplainable reason.
"I've got to go." she said, and stood up.

Seeing the girl stand up and turn, Leon set the bottle down onto the table in front of him, he stood up and grabbed her hand gently with his right before she could leave. All this was done in fluid movement. His left hand held the dagger, now visible if the girl were to look at his hand, but this didn't seem to bother him.

"You never answered my question." He said, his voice breaking the silence between them. He wanted to know what was going on in her mind, he wanted to know why she thought he'd remember her. Was she possible a victim of his actions? If so, he wouldn't complain if she wanted to kill him, but that would simply not happen. He wouldn't let it.

He took in the silence that followed his words, aware that many others were looking over at them. Yet his gaze was kept on the girl. Waiting.

After a few aganizing seconds, she finally said "I don't know, alright? I don't know..." A small tear almost unreconizable fell from her eye. "Look, you don't know me, and apperently I thought you were someone else, maybe someone from my past. Lets just forget this." She retched her arm from his grasp and started for the tavern door, her hand still in her pocket.

Leon's eyes narrowed at her words, he watched as Esael soon headed towards the Tavern's main door. No, he didn't stop her. He wasn't a threat to her. He soon sat down again, his gaze never moving off the girl. He picked up his bottle again, taking drink. He returned the dagger to the strap on his leg. Eyes never faltering.

Outside, Esael thought everything over. 'I was so close, yet nothing' she thought. 'But it's not really his fault if he didn't reconize me. I guess I will just have to keep searching until I find someone who does.' Closing the door behind her, she headed towards the rebellion headquaters.