Douglas enters the Ornery Cucco Tavern, which is suprisingly emptier than you would think it would be. People were too caught up in the celebration for some to wet their whistles. Douglas was fine with that. The quiet was wanted, and he wanted to get rid of the group that followed him for the time being.

He sat down at a table, after ordering Lon Lon Milk, as he had before said that any alchohol would be sent back.

Ahhh.. Azador sat down on a chair...
he looked around and it was very empty, Azador expected to be full off the random drunk people and sort

what will it be asked the waiter.
"hmmm well let's see... I think i'll take the winsor blossom wine..."he said with a smile he hadn't tasted the sweet wine for ages

a half minute later the waiter put a small wine glass on the table and filled it with blood red wine.

Azador thanked the waiter. And quikly drunk a bit.

"ehh.. Douglas what brings you to hyrule" azador asked, he only wanted to start a conversation

Orpheous walked in, followed by his loyal friend and apprentice, Simon. Simon and Orpheous took a sight, and after muttering a few words, they both had a glass of lemonade. Orpheous also had chicken fingers, and Simon had three slices of cheese pizza. "Oh, I am an inkweaver," stated Orpheous simply. "I can materialize what I wish through speaking things that are written in ink. Of course, it requires a lot of strength for big items, but this is a simple meal."

Douglas leaned back for a moment, then leaned forward to rest his elbows on the table. "Well, I was once part of a brotherhood, a group of some of the best fighters known to mankind. Some of our members come from Hyrule, and so I came here, wanting to see if there are any more like them." he begins, taking a long drink of his milk. "I was also a racer in my spare time, but...but that was a long time ago." he adds, looking at the table solomnly as he finishes.

azador sighed
" another recless fighter seeking for a cause in it's life. He doesn't seem very happy and I don't think he likes us, wasting his time.... but he might get usefull someday...hehehe.."
he thought

Azador looked at the man. He surelly looked like a fighter metal pad on his shoulder, it must be hot in that outfit.
He was happy that he only wore his black purple robe under his tunic.

after a few seconds of silence Azador spoke again:
"hmm.. a brotherhood of fighter's you say
what was it like..where you merceneries... or hunters...
and what was your job in this clan? if I may ask"

Douglas laid back in his chair, already reminincing about his past. "Only two people, a woman and I, were hunters. Everyone else just liked fighting with one another. That's all we just did, fight. As for my job there...I had no job. No one did. We chose the winner of the latest fight as the leader, but that was only until someone wanted to fight again." he said, adjusting the metal shoulderpad.

"Why did everybody want to be the leader, what was the leader aloud to do that nobody else's could? Where you ever the leader?" asked Simon. Orpheous, however, was still trying to process why that would lead towards a hatred of celebrations.

Douglas laughed. "Was I ever the leader? Of course! Even those of my kind that were considered weak by most became the leader at least once or twice. As for your first question, everyone wanted to be the leader because it meant they were the best. As for the second, it just meant that they had the best skill." he said, drinking in the milk. "You see, we didn't fight like those in the grand tournament do. We could fight anywhere." he said, smiling as he laid back in his chair once more.

"I see," said Orpheous, who thought that maybe that was the reason he hated celebrations, maybe they ruined one with there fighting. After all, they fought anywhere. "Must have been a real blast for the cities surrounding your center of operations?" he said with a sarcastic tone, hoping to get a bite.

Azador drank the last drop of the wine. He quietly put the glass on the table.

"It's odd.. You enjoy the thrills of fighting....just..like....
erghhh.. sorry...You remind me of someone I knew.. a long time ago...

hmmm...never mind...ehh Douglas, how did you ended up in such a rough place?"
Asked Azador, he was half sunken away in his thoughts

"Actually, Orpheous, the area our base was in was secluded. It was for the best." said Douglas, who ordered another milk. "And it wasn't rough there. We only fought when we were in an arena. Some of us were known for evil deeds in our homes, but they still acted with manners when they didn't fight."

Azador took the bottle of wine filled the glass, the red wine looked like blood in the shadow where Azador was sitting.

"erghh.. I'm getting hungry havn't eaten propper food in days..altough that cake tasted delicous it didn't filled my stomach much" He said. He quikly ordered a steak with 'terminian winter sauce'. He sliced a small piece off it, and swallowed soon aftwerwards.

ehh.. sorry.. where were we..

ah yes..

"So you are basicly here to recruit new members?" Asked Azador whikle he sliced another piece of the steak

"Well, somewhat." said Douglas, looking unsure, which is a rare event. "I can only recruit new members if the brotherhood says they can be brought in. Some people have been cleared, and those are in other lands, so the others have gone to get them, while there have been no new announcements for members in Hyrule." he finishes.

at that moment, the door to the tavern opens, and kasei and aria walk in...aria has a sword at her belt, a rare sight, and kasei is wearing his signiture idiotic grin, they both look happy, that is, until kasei spots azador, orpheous and a newcomer..."hmph, the freaks are here, aria, why don't you get us a table?"

"sure..." aria said, walking off to a table, and ordering a simple apple cider...

kasei walks over to the group, a big frown on his face. (just know, this is after the servants new base, and kasei ain't exactly happy!) and takes a seat next to orpheous, and orders a zora wine...the waitress, looking scared, quickly fills the order and rushes off...knowing that when kasei is in a bad mood recently, things tend to burn...kasei takes a sip of the wine, and looks at the assembled group..."heh, what do we have hear, eh? an unfamiliar face, who is he?" kasei said, gesturing at douglas...

OOC:. nathiel, if ya don't want me to post, pm me and i'll delete it...oh, and kasei is usually in a good mood, right now he's just sulking ofer his latest loss at the base...(yes, you guys win, but still pay attention there, 'cous i'm gonna reveal an important part of the servants history...

"My name is Douglas Jay F." said the, to the newcomer at the time, stranger. "And you might you be?" he asks, looking Kasei up and down. He could have sworn that he had seen the man somewhere before. It must've been on my travels, if I can't remember where... he thought, gulping down his drink, than ordering another.