One eyebrow cocks, then settles in... recollection.

No, I am not much of a talker. I appreciate your consideration in directing questions to those who are, though. Sort of odd, though.

Arco smiles slightly. Heh. He leaves his eyes on Alpha, leaning forward then backward as the other Sheikah's voice lowers in discomfort.
He feels the pressing--suffocating--eyes of people in this room, too, then. Mine, too, I suppose. But he has questions for every one that watches him as well, it seems.

And as if Alpha's hand is like a beacon, Arco's eyes drift towards it, following it up to...

An unmasked--untreated?--scar. Looks good on him, if I'm any judge. Which I'm not.

Disinterested, the eyes follow the hand back down to the glass of milk--hmm, milk--and back up to Alpha's face and eyes. His own bland eye contact locked, Arco reaches for the remainder of his concoction and takes another draught from it. Not moving anything but his arm, he wipes his mouth with a handkerchief.

Some Zoran wine, if you please, sir. Cousin Archmage was rather fond of it...

Alpha notices that Arco has, despite his efforts, noticed the scar. As with every other time someone has noticed it, Arco looks upon it a certain way.
Alpha has had three different reactions to his scar. The first is one of shock and fear. He often has tried to act like he's just another ordinary person, only to scare people off because they realize he's a warrior - and they are afraid that he may be an evil one.
The second reaction is one of calm, cool acknowledgement, but ends up with people treating him much differently. Sometimes they shy away from him, while other times they want to hear stories of his life(which he dispises being asked to do, and has never once actually done).
The third...the third is the one that he dispises most of all. A feeling of admiration. Looking at his scar as though he is a great veteran who fought against the enemy for king and country. They see it and think stuff like 'It looks good on him.' It causes people to look at him in a better light, yes, but one that he does not deserve. Frankly, the scar makes him wish he had fought a battle to get it. Maybe the sword would have penetrated a bit further and killed him.
Arco seems to him to be looking at it in the third light. Alpha sighs in disgust, then reaches up to pull his hood farther over his face, to the point where his eyes and nose are also in shadows. "Don't look at it that way, Arco," he says coolly, but with great seriousness. "This scar is one of my greatest enemies."

With distinct but childish simplicity, Arco looks away from the hooded Sheikah, giving the other the privacy of thought and voice. He fingers the nearly-empty glass, turning it around and around between his two hands, and stares into it--eyes partially closed so that the lashes hide away any hint of color. He waits--for nothing.

Time passes. With the placidity of a dead leaf, the bowed Sheikah begins to... fade. In the gloom of the tavern, it seems that the figure's edges blur into the background, followed by the clouding of the darker, more earthy tones of his clothes. As if the colors of the world around him are being cloned and melded over him, the visible Arco looks... erased. After a minute--or was it several minutes?--only the hands, still gripping the glass, and a phantom of the grey face, remain. Another number of seconds and the hands are gone as well--only the dim glint of an empty drink.

Shadowed, the face of Arco turns upwards. The glass follows, and there is a stiff, yet almost symbolic motion of drinking, though there is nothing inside the cup. As the glass drops, he turns his head--face--halfway, still not quite looking at the other Sheikah.

Only now--from the gloomy expression painted on the mask--can you see that Arco's odd choice of action is simply... subordination: the understanding and exposed neck of the omega wolf. The faded eyes acknowledge the gravity as well as the hate of the subject, and allow it to pass away as if it were never brought up.

Then, all at once, the mouth moves. "In what way, Alpha? Isn't it better to have a mark that is aesthetically acceptable than one that is disfiguring?" And somehow, you know that the inquiry is weighted with more than one question, and several statements. With this inquiry, Arco's face follows the rest of his body into the meld; a new moon eclipsing into nothingness. The glass, where his hands would be, hangs in the air, tilted.

Alpha solemnly nods to the...space. With Arco using Shadowmeld, he has to rely on his other senses to figure out exactly where the Sheikah is. Just because the glass is hanging somewhere doesn't mean that that's where Arco is hiding. It takes him a few moments to reply to the comment. He speaks slowly, as if a great weight resides on him. "Perhaps...but believe me, at certain times it can be anything but good-looking. It can...horrifying..." Again he trails off, unable to continue this train of thought.
But the conversation has already forced him to think about his past. Anger burns within him, as he remembers where he got the scar and what it does. Fury bulges up inside of him as if behind a dam, trying to find someway out. His hand, still holding his drink, closes in an instant, shattering the glass and spraying milk over the table and himself.
And in that moment, the scar begins to glow.
Alpha jerks back to his senses as he sees the bright blue light above and beneath his right eye. His hand moves like lightning, reaching up under his hood. He touches his temple, slowly regaining control of his emotions. Finally, the light fades away. His breathing heavy, Alpha pulls out a seat and practically falls into it, still panting. He finally looks up at Arco, fear evident on his face.

The door of the Ornery Cucco swings open, but you look in it's direction and there is no-one there as the door slams shut you get back to your drink and think nothing about it.

If you had continues to look however, though you would need a keen eye, you would see the shadows move in unfamilar ways as the presence skirted round the walls of the building. Stopping behind at a table, a distance from the bar and those gathered there, a form started to step out of the shadows. If anyone had been looking they would have seen a black silhouette and red eyes as it stepped out of the darkness.

Taking form it was shown that it was Raven who had decided on entering the tavern, although he disliked crowds of people he also disliked the feeling that came of being left out. He pulled out a chair and sat down, within moments a waitress arrived at his table.' Hylian Ale' Is all he said and dropped the appropriate number of Rupees into her hand. Soon she returned with his drink placing in on his table and continued to serve other customers in the tavern.

Raven takes a gulp of the ale and leans back in his chair. 'It's been a long time.' he says quietly.

*Seeing a new face in the Tavern, K-Shat walks over and introduced himself* "Why hello, I am Kshatriya, or K-Shat the fastest theif in all of Hyrule. I don't believe that we have met." *Waiting for a response K-Shat stares deeply into his eyes, as if staring into his soul*

Taking a swig of his ale Raven places the tankard on the table, along with several others, with a gentle thud, never once taking his eyes off the Deku. A small grin crosses Raven face, although he is slightly taken aback by the way K-Shat stares into his eyes. 'No, I don't believe we have. I would remember someone with such a presumptuous title.' Raven responds.

'I am Raven, I'm also a thief. In fact, I am in training to become the greatest thief in Hyrule.' He metions, the alcohol obviously loosening his tongue. 'Tell me, are you also in Blind's Gang?' He asks leaning forward.

Julian's eyes dart toward the thief who spoke of Blind's gang. He moves toward the thief with a wide grin spread across his face. "I don't believe we have met either but a member of Blind's gang must be a friend of mine as I am also a member of that group." Julian says as he takes a seat. "And you, deku, I haven't met you either." Julian says to the deku. "My name is Julian, I seek to become the greatest mage," Julian says to both the deku and the sheikah.

Raven leans back in his chair as the Zora joins him at the table. 'A Mage in the Gang,' He says 'and I thought that Gang only had lowlives such as myself as members. Tell me, Julian; how many people have you set aflame with those powers of yours?' A slight evil gleam in his eye.

"I have not yet set a man afire, but I'll send you a letter when I chose to do so. And plus there are far more painful ways to die." Julian says with a smirk striken upon his face. 'I have finnaly found my kind.' Julian thinks to himself.

Raven cracks a smile at thought of getting an invite to such an occasion. 'I once set a man aflame' Raven claimed '...well that's what I thought.' he admitted.
'It turned out the when he was backing away, because of the glare I was giving him, he backed right onto a candle.' He explained. 'It's amazing how fast a cape can go up in flames.' He mused before taking a sip of his ale.

'More painful way to die? I'm sure there are many, but for some the worst fate is one worse than death. For some, who have lost everything, the worse thing you can give them is their life.' Raven says dryly.

Realising that he has brought the tone down a bit he follows up his last statement with: 'If I hear about you setting someone a flame and I don't get a letter, I'll be after ya.' He says light heartedly, a smile on his face.

"Trust me...you will have the pleasure of witnessing a burning...um... what is your name? I don't think I caught it or yours," Julian says as he shifts his eyes back and forth from Raven and K-shat.

'Ah, how stupid of me, I'm Raven.' He says raising his tankard. 'That over there is K-Shat, self-proclaimed, fastest thief in Hyrule.' He says motioning his tankards towards the Deku.

"Well then, I think that this reunion of members deserves a toast. Three cheers to Blind's gang," Julian says as he lifts up his empty glass into the air and cracks a wide grin. "Let treasures befall our welcoing hands and let our dreams rise into reality."