#symvol 01

It was pretty clear Mizuki was starting to get antsy. Hood drawn over her head to avoid drawing attention, her fingertips drummed the side of the wooden stein of slightly-too-murky water she'd gotten from the innkeeper. She'd pulled an eyepatch over her left socket, currently vacant as Aiba lazed about in her new fairy form, so the one remaining kept darting toward the door to see if their adversaries would be arriving at that second.

"There's no need to be so anxious about their arrival, Mizuki," Aiba chided her partner, fluttering up to take a seat on the rim of her mug. Clearly she was enjoying this form a bit too much. "Something tells me they won't be silently slipping in if they intend to shake down the innkeeper. We'll be able to notice and react to them."

"Yeah, I know. I'm just really wanting to teach these guys a lesson!" Fingers flexed tightly against the drinking vessel, causing its wood to give a high-pitched groan of stress. "Even if this isn't our world, letting bullies run around is something I'm not abiding by. That and, um...it'd be best if we could get this over with sooner rather than later."

A glance around at the current tavern patrons and the tense side-eyes they were giving her table caused her gaze to turn to the other who sat at their table. Her demeanor became softer as she considered him. She met him as he'd signed onto this job as well, but given this was in the Opalarian Empire and Draken like him weren't from here, the glances in their direction were...less than trustworthy. Aiba being a Faekin was from out of the Empire too, but Mizuki already knew she didn't mind such looks.