Mortals and Beasts. Many paths that meet together.

Arkon's cold gaze moved to the other, a growl rumbling in his chest as he glared at them. "You are not the first nor the last to claim such....But do you have the feral drive to carry it out?"

"No fire per say. My stomach acid is capable of emitting intense heat and my stomach is incredible durable, so I can eat stone and spew molten rock. It took me time to learn how to do that, but I try not to do it too much to avoid burning my insides." Arkon debated whether it was worth showing the maid, but he was hoping she wouldn't ask.

"The Riley Kick? You have a special kicked named after you? Hmmm. Either that is a form of vanity or it is a devastating thing indeed. Perhaps both given your confidence." Arkon chuckled as he looked at the maid, his chest bellowing slightly with the laugh. "You are a truly curious woman, Riley, but an enjoyable one at that."

"Dunno. Isn't that fun?" Rhitta smiled as she set the other down and began to take their measurements, humming a tune.

Truth walks over to a table in the corner, tosses his pack on the floor before he flops down in the chair and lays his head on the table. "I need a drink...."

"Sure. What would you like?"-asked Liara, approaching him. It had been a busy day, but things had luckily winded down a bit in the tavern by the point he arrived. "Rough day?"

Truth glanced up at the woman who had approached him and the first ting to catch his eyes were the scarring on her face. His eyes went back to hers as he sat up and sighed. "That is putting it mildly. "I'll take an Ale."

Arkon's eyes opened and he looked at her as she made her offer. To meet her family, to meet others who may very well reject him as they could equally accept him. Should he risk it? Expose himself to others and maybe, just maybe, allow himself a chance at normalcy for once in his long life? "I will.....Consider it. It has been some time and I confess my socialization skills have.....Diminished."

"I am aware of this, but not everyone can be like you. I will consider it seriously and I will let you know next we meet." Arkon sighed before he gave a smile. She was right. If he could get along with her, maybe he should give it a shot.

"That is excellent to hear. Just be sure not to push yourself too far. While you feel healed, often there is still underlying damage still recovering." Arkon smiled and moved away, now standing in front of Zaihnaeth once more. He had some fresh injuries himself, but they already seemed to be in the late stages of healing, some on his snout while the majority was on his limbs.

"Some large creature, something I had not see before. From how it looked, it had been hunted before. A spear was still in it's hide. We fought, I won. I walked away wounded, but I am fine." Arkon turned his gaze to watch her, see how she examined his wounds and he chuckled. He healed quickly and these wounds were not his worst, but he still understood Zaihnaeth's worry.