"Okay..." replied Jirza, also watching what was happening over at the table filled by other assasins and when the female assasin went out of the bar with a shady looking man. Then saw another assasin waving at Kosen and looked at her questioningly. She looked away shyly to drink her water.
Then Kosen asked "So why are you over here by yourself if there was a group of brothers sitting a few feet away?" She paused thinking of an answer. "Well... it's just that I don't know them that well and it's really awkard asking people I don't know to sit with them."

Kosen nodded his head to the girl who had turned away from him, no doubt because of Fahim's questioning glare.
*I doubt he meant anything by it* Kosen thought to himself before he brought his glass of ale up to the side of his face before speaking.
"Hmm, I guess that makes sense, and they are kind of intimidating" he said with a smirk.
"Besides it's not as awkward as some random person striking up a conversation about your taste in beer" he said with a chuckle thinking about his own social graces, as he brought the cup to his lips and tilted the cup back finishing the last gulp of his drink.
He then placed the cup upside down on the bar, allowing the few drops left inside the amber colored dripped down the walls of the cup creating a ring on the inside of the glass, his eyes never leaving the girl next to him.
He had noticed the series of events that had drawn Aliwa out of the tavern,
"Do you think we should go see what’s going on with those two or?" he broke off his sentence while motioning to the exit of the hidden badger. The reason he stopped was because at that moment the waitress had walked over to the bar and picked up his glass, and wiped up the small puddle of ale had that accumulated around underneath the small enclosure that was the glass cup. Kosen turned to her.
"I'll have a shot of rum" he said nonchalantly before looking back to the girl he was so politely conversing with. "or should we just stay here" he said, continuing his thought from before.

"I'm fine with going outside, besides it's stuffy in here." answered Jirza cheerfully as she stood up. "Do you mind, I have to get something.." she said as she quickly ran into the kitchen. She hissed "Hey Swift, time to go." Her pet snake slithered from under a stove to up on her left leg and into her right sleeve. She stepped out of the kitchen over to the bar where Kosen was sitting. "Shall we go?" asked Jirza with her hands in sleeves.

Kosen rose to his feet as the bartender placed the small shot glass on the table. The dark liquid inside the glass had not begun to settle before it was snatched up.
“Ok then, when ever you are ready," he said nodding as Jirza disappeared into to the kitchen.
Kosen lifted the shot glass into the air, brought the glass to his lips, tilted back his head and threw the Rum against the back of his throat. The amber liquid burned as it made it's way to Kosen's stomach, it would be completely revolting drink if it was not for the sweet hint of sugarcane that it was made from, *not as if it would change my drinking habits*. Kosen thought to himself as he placed the shot glass on the bar.
It only took Jirza a few seconds to emerge from the kitchen, with her hands inside her sleeves.
"Shall we go?" she asked him. Kosen nodded, as he turned towards the door.
"Now this shall be fun," he said as he reached the door and pushed.
"After you" he said as he opened the door for his new friend.

"Thanks..." Jirza walked out the door followed by Kosen into the streets looking for the girl and the shady looking man.

OOC: excuse the seriously short post

By the time the two had walked out, Aliwa was on the ground wipping blood from her face. The man kicked her onto her back and stepped on her throat. "You should've stayed home and trained with us, Six. Master would have taught you to better." The man growled. Aliwa looked over to Apollo who was screaming angrily at Otis. She still couldnt figure out why he had so much energy, but she assumed she could use his anger to her advantage. She raised her still bandaged knees and pulled a blade out from the bandages. "Master will be so proud of me when I bring back his favorit mutt home after all these years." He looked up lost in the vision of his praise and rewarding.

"Who are you kidding? You've been running just like I have. Except, instead of running from your sibling, you're looking for them." Aliwa choked raising the blade slowly.

The man glared down at her. "I was running! But now that I've caught you, I can return victorious! I'll trade your capture for my freedom." He stepped off her neck and dragged her to her feet.

Aliwa now had perfect aim at Apollo's reins. She faked defeat. "Well.. looks like you've won..." She sighed sadly. "You've been trained better than me. But, as a new friend of mine has taught me, cheating never hurts..." She threw the knife at Apollo. It cut his reins loose. Startled, the gelding reared up and jumped at Otis. Aliwa stepped aside from him and let the powerfull animal crash into him. As Otis hit the ground, the horse's hooves narrowly avoided crushing his head and the rest of his body.

"Me." Aliwa giggled and leaned against the wall holding the hidden side of her face which was still bleeding so badly that she was half blinded by her own blood. It was then that she realised the two other assassins standing there. She was about to say something, but her attention half turned to the black percheron trotting violently back. He stopped between Aliwa and the others. He snorted angrily in Kosen's face as if telling him to back off. Aliwa reached under the horse's mane and patted his strong neck.

"Calm yourself, love." She whispered to the gelding.

Kosen looked at the bloodied lying on the ground, his hand had already dropped to his dagger inside his cloak, but he watched the outcome of the fight. He was quite impressed by the assassins quick thinking. He was about to speek as the horse stepped between them and turned his head to Kosen. As the horse snorted Kosen stepped back, not out of fere, but so he could better see Aliwa. "Are you ok?" he asked, keeping an eye on the man that had been knocked unconcious. "That was a pretty nice move you pulled back there," he added as he pulled a thin black cloth from inside his cloak. The cloth was splattered with a rustty brown splotch's of blood, and from the look of it, It was more than afew little cuts. Kosen heald the cloth out to the assassin who was now petting the horse. "Here take this, you can get some of the blood out of your eyes." he said with a smile.

Aliwa smirked. "Thanks. I'll be alright, i've taken worse. Haha, you should've seen us when we'd train together." She laughed and pushed her bangs aside to wipe her eye. There was a cut over her brow and a deeper cut below her eye. The blood from both wounds made river-like marks down her face and dripped off her chin. She let her bangs fell back infront of her face and she pushed the horse away. He contently strolled a few feet away to look for something to munch on.

"So, your voice sounds familiar. Do I know you from somewhere?" She asked while raking her brain to recall where she had heard his voice before. Then it hit her. "Oh wait! You were hanging out with dear Nickolas the other day, right?" She asked.

Aliwa smirked. "Thanks. I'll be alright, i've taken worse. Haha, you should've seen us when we'd train together." She laughed and pushed her bangs aside to wipe her eye. There was a cut over her brow and a deeper cut below her eye. The blood from both wounds made river-like marks down her face and dripped off her chin. She let her bangs fell back infront of her face and she pushed the horse away. He contently strolled a few feet away to look for something to munch on.

"So, your voice sounds familiar. Do I know you from somewhere?" She asked while raking her brain to recall where she had heard his voice before. Then it hit her. "Oh wait! You were hanging out with dear Nickolas the other day, right?" She asked.

Kosen replaced the cloth back in his Cloak. "Just be carefull, you get enough blood in there and you can go blind" he moved forward, attempting to go around the horse. "Umm, Who is Nickolas?" he asked Genuinly confused, it took him a moment, before, then taking another look at the girls slightly more recognizable face. "Oh!" he exclaimed" Your talking about the your ferret!" he said with a laugh. "The day of the testing right?" He shook his head, thinking about that day, an how the little ferret, apparently named Nickolas, had some how cheered him up after his loss to the arrogent frenchman. "That was quite a while ago hu?" he said with a smile

The remaining bar patrons were hudled around the 2 small windows, watching the fight. Curses flew as people shoved at one another, in order to get a better view of the combatants. Fahim sat, still drinkless, alone. He wanted to know what was happening, but there was no possible way out of the bar.

Fahim half stood in his seat, preparing to leave. Some of the bar's more intelligent occupants were begining to attribute the robes of the combatant outside, and those of the two forgieners still inside.

Fahim looked over to Shahin, he hoped that his friend knew that maybe it was time to leave. They weren't in danger, Fahim just wanted to avoid the questions. As the fight outside seemiingly ended, some patrons began to back away and wander back to their drinks. Fahim stood, waiting for Shahin, and for enough people to clear out of the doorway.

"Riiight...Apollo..." Shahin said skeptically, not knowing what the hell Aliwa was rambling about. Before he could really say anything to the crazy girl, she was already heading out the door with some random guy. "Why train later, when you could just train now...?" He asked himself quietly, looking away from the two people who just left. He wasn't really interested in seeing what they were up to. In fact, Shahin didn't really feel like doing ANYTHING at the moment. It was already a busy day for me, maybe I should head back to the monastery... He thought about how lazy he was suddenly feeling. He covered his mouth, letting out a loud and rather noisy yawn. Looking up, he saw Fahim looking at him from the bar. He raised his hand slightly in acknowledgment and then pushed himself up from the table. He walked right on over to Fahim, not even bothering to help Shilo with the bill. After all, he WAS the one who drank the most... He decided as he approached his friend.

"I think we've been here enough. Besides that little mishap with Candace and Sir Grumpy, that's Vlad!" He whispered the last bit harshly, in case said Russian was hanging over him with an intent of murder. "I think today went rather well, don't you?" He quirked up a smile and held his arm out, waiting for Fahim to take it. His offer was ignored, which didn't surprise the Egyptian at all. He grinned and slung a skinny arm around his taller friend and started heading towards the tavern door. "Alright buddy, got any more plans for the night? I know you ain't much of a night owl." They walked out of the building, Shahin completely ignored the whole fighting fiasco, and lead Fahim up the road.

"Oh! Before I forget," Shahin turned his head to Fahim with a sly grin. "When was the last time you talked to that Bella girl?"

Fahim looked back for a moment at Aliwa and her defeated opponent. There was no reason to go back over there, so he let himself be led by Shahin. Fahim was a little tired, and not really ready to continue the night. He was a little downed from the bar, but when Shahin spoke of Bella, Fahim perked up and turned around. He blushed a little, "I dunno... Why do you care?" Fahim asked shyly.

((Short post cuz its late ))

Shahin's grip on Fahim's shoulder suddenly tightened and he narrowed his yellow eyes at the road ahead of him, "Because dear Fahim...I will not allow such a women who you've spoken to so little take you away from me!" He dramatically looked away and shielded his face from Fahim. "Once you are wed to that...woman of the paints, you will no longer hang out with me! We'll be separated FOREVUR!!" Shahin turned to face Fahim, "What will happen to our dog? Our clothes?! Our maid!? Dear Fahim, it is simply too much!" Shahin clutched his chest, right above his heart. "We will no longer have our tea parties with delicious scones and jam."

(hurr, inside joke.)

"Who said anything about marriage!?" Fahim yelled, embarrassed. He stepped away from Shahin to hide his reddening face.

"Er... Shahin...?" Fahim tried to get through to the Egyptian, who was off ranting in his own world, "We don't have a dog... what maid?...Ew scones?" Fahim had only eaten the English pastries once before, but they weren't great. Actually the two friends had snuck in the kitchen a while ago to make them. Shahin had added a 'secret ingredient', and the scones ended up tasting like glue. No amount of jam could mask the wretched taste. "Ok enough drama..." Fahim poked his friend to stop the rant, "...calm down....SHAHIN!" The Egyptian paused, whether it was the sudden noise or to take a breath, Fahim didn't care, "Well I'm still hungry. We didn't even get served in that place. Ugh! I feel like I could eat a killer whale! Let's see if we can get it somewhere else, I don't feel like going all the way back to the monastery just yet." And maybe we'll see Bella...

((Ahhhh teh jokes... None shall understand!!))