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It is Eleven O'Clock.

You know what this means: Elevensies!

Time for a snack, and our musical kung-fu nurse, famished by a morning of training and adventuring, is sitting at a table, busy sinking her teeth into a drumstick of a size that would have been impossible before the Apocalyps (or, if not impossible, at least very suspicious).

That's what one needs to replenish that HP bar.

Erufu would be paying more to get actual food rather than mush if she could manage it. She's just there in the tavern sitting beside Uta devouring food as well. She's reaching for a anime meat haunch as well. Let's be honest if you ate meat wouldn't you do the same if given the chance. "So how have you been Uta?" Nomf nomf elf managed to not shoot the food.

    Walking into the facility is one black scaled, heavy armored Salamander. He walks up the counter to order himself some ale, his voice to those who know him-- Its Xander.

After he orders, he removes his helm placing to to the side. Running his hand through his hair looking-- actually exhausted. When did he last sleep? How busy has he been? Where has he been?!

"Busy," the Spriggan replies to Erufu between swallowing and chugging down something that looks a lot like lemonade.

It might be lemonade.

"We're having a cluster of Strange Moods at once. Plenty of people need help." A pause. "And Haru needed a shirt. I somehow got him a hat instead. I hope it's still ok."

Pause.

"Hats are important in MMORPGs, you know? Mikage said so."

Another bite, some more chewing, and the Spriggan's HP bar inches up. "Apart from that, not much. I'm trying to find out as much as possible about what's going on with the Palace Landers, but not having much luck. I also need to get Shiruba on board with learning more about some of the Songs of Yamato past number 42, but our schedules don't seem to mesh much of late. What about you?"

The Spriggan's ears perk up, as do her wings.. "My Spriggan sense are tingling." She looks around the place, and she spots that certain Salamander. "Xander!", she exclaims, excited, waving at him. "Where have you been? How busy have you been?" It is then that her clinical eye kicks in, and notices something. "...When did you last sleep?"

Erufu says "Aye I know how that goes but this many at once and Haru? I see and ... M M o RPG?" The elf looks confused for a moment at the term and just lets it go after that. It would take quite the act to get her to break character.

"You can count on my aid for such a thing and ..."

Her ear twitches a long history of working with Goblin Slayer is about to be applied to anyone else.

"If you run yourself ragged your performace won't mean much. You need to rest sir."

    Xander hears his name being called by a very fimilar voice. His fiery, gold draconic eyes look over and he gives the Spriggan a little mock salute.

Once the ale slides over, he picks it up, inventories his helm, and walks over to where Uta and the other are. "Hey Uta." He says calmly. "... and I have slept, just-- not well. Catnaps here and there mostly."

At least he was being honest as he takes a swig of the ale. Its seems the explination on his sleep is also applied to what Erufu has said as well.

"Oh. Right. Uh..." A blink, a pause. "Hats are... uh... important... social status symbols, I mean." Uta corrects. It slipped her mind that Erufu is always so much in character. She bites another chunk of roast, stands up, and walks over to Xander. "That does not look very good if you ask me. You should treat yourself better, Xander. Sleep more regularly. Let me give you a checkup...", she says as she flicks her menu open, selecets the option for medical inspection and goes to touch Xander to activate the action, if he so allows. "Been busy with these Palace Landers, huh?"

Erufu sighs looking to Xander. "If I pay for your room here will you actually sleep young one?"

She then will turn to Uta nodding. "True given the materials some nobles use for their head gear. I can see that. It still sounds like things are heating up."

She pauses as she gets a chim link message.

"I fear I must depart."

She leves enough coin to cover her meal, Uta's, Xander's. She also will talk to a owner and give her some extra coin to cover Xander to have a room before she departs.

    Xander watches the elf leave, as he takes another swig of his Ale. He looks ove to Uta about then. "I've been over in the Westelands helping the city there. They already been warned of the situation and are willing to help-- once /we/ adventurers have some type of attack plan."

The Salamander tilts his head a little. "They also know the Guardians can be turned against their own people, so plans are being made for if that ever happens there."

Uta thanks the departing Elf as well, promises to return the favor, and then turns to answer Xander (if he allows, she'll even attempt to take a closer look at his eyes, to see just how bad the redness got) "I wish I could help, in some way or other." Uta mumbles. "These days I feel like I'm stuck in a rut. Lots of going around, not really achieving much." She returns to her seat, and takes another bite off the drumstik. She chews, even though not with as much gusto as before, and after swallowing, she offers, "But I trust you will already be coming up with an attack plan, right?"

    "I made my suggestions to the Scale." Xander says to Uta as he takes another swig of ale. "What they do now is on them. I need to get with Kaydon however and see how things been going on his end."

Erufu will halt on her wy out for a moment and tilts he rhed a little bit. "Oh what suggestion are those if you feel comfortable in telling us?"

"Good luck with Kaydon," Uta mumbles. "He's one of those who've been seized by a Strange Mood. I'm helping him these days. Be prepared to deal with... obsession," she says. "He's working on some sort of crafting project,so I'm not sure whether or not he'll be able to focus enough on battle plans."

    "I wonder if those plans had something to do with what we discussed." Xander says in thought before he finishes his ale. He glances over to Erufu. "Mostly using explosives to blow up their fleet ships. You know, loading cannons with explosives or other things like Trebuchet."

Xander then goes to get his helm out of the inventory. "Anyways, while I appricate the attempt to pay for the room. I have some other things to check in on, so, please. Keep your coin for your needs. You both take care." Then he goes to make his way out.