[OOC: No worries ^.^]

The slightly widened eyes were a good indication that what Larka was saying was having some kind of affect on the younger woman. After Larka was finished speaking she settled back in her chair again as the silence dragged on from Ha Nuel, who wasn't looking at Larka when she did finally speak, apologizing and blushing at the same time. Larka didn't reply for now, instead waited to see what else might be said, but Ha Nuel reached into her pocket instead and produced some coins on the table. When asked of her glass Larka nodded, it was the end of it and she had little enough to buy any more drinks. Larka accepted the coins, though for now she left them on the table, but she did motion to a barmaid to refill her glass again and paid that one drink for now.

But then Ha Nuel spoke again, calling out some of Larka's faults making the Reaver grin, well, she wasn't wrong in what she said. Larka knew what she was, and made no apology to anyone for it. But that was followed by some of her strengths, her loyalty and bravery. However, in all this what Larka was keeping back were other reasons for looking for Celeste. Apart from the love she had for the elf woman, and the time they had shared, Celeste was Larka's second wife, the first, Lilith, had been killed along with their adopted twins years back, the same fight Larka had lost her sword arm in. Deep down, Larka knew that if she lost Celeste like she had Lilith, to feel that pain once more, she would snap and likely go mad. After Lilith and their kids' deaths Larka had sunk into a heavy depression for years, drinking, fighting anything that got in her path, taking jobs that few others would, sleeping with as many women as she could. But nothing helped, eventually her depression became so bad that she was unable to use her inborn Berserker powers, unable to get angry enough to get stronger. Celeste was a rock that Larka needed in her life, a second loss would make Larka lose her mind, and she knew it.

Ha Nuel continued speaking three pieces of advice for Larka in turn, meanwhile Larka's new drink came and she sipped it while she listened. When Ha Nuel finished the Reaver leaned forward on the table. “In that, you have my sympathies, losing anyone is hard, I know your pain, for a time I had no one either.” Larka replied in a calm voice, knowing that there wasn't much she could say to help ease the wounds, she had been there before herself.

“The faults you find in me I can't really deny, but they are what make me, me.” Larka grinned. “As to your advice for women, if they can't accept me for who I am, as I would do for them, then don't want to bed them anyway. I am what I am, I make no apology for it, to anyone. Besides, if I can't get one like I tried with you, I can always find a brothel, I don't have a lot of shame.” She laughed a little louder as she took a drink before continuing. “The rest of your advice, however, it appreciated, I guess I'm too used to being so open since I knew almost everyone back home in places like this.” She spoke sincerely, it was a good sobering thought really, she would have to be a little more careful. Still, if she didn't tell anyone who she was looking for she'd never find Celeste.

For now, however, Larka pushed the rest of the coins back to Ha Nuel's side of the table. “Apology accepted, but coin is hard to come by, so, please, keep it, but thank you for the drink. I work as a mercenary anyway, I'll find work eventually, may take a little convincing since I'm new here. Not that I haven't dealt with that before.” She chuckled taking another sip from her glass, she'd have been gulping it if she had enough money.

[OOC: the problem is that I need to buy 3 wedding rings for her, she SHOULD be wearing them, but I can't afford them yet lol]

At Ha Neul's reaction to Larka's sharing of sympathy the black haired woman shrugged slightly. “Fair enough, but you have it all the same. It's good that you have accepted it, that is the hardest part when you lose those closest to you.” Larka sounded as if she was speaking from experience, and she was, very much so. But Ha didn't need to know more than she did already anyway, at least at this time. Perhaps in the future if the two of them could actually consider the other a friend that may happen, but not now.

When she mentioned her trade as a mercenary the reaction she got from Ha Neul wasn't anything new to Larka. In the past she might have challenged Ha to a fight to prove that she could still go toe to toe with anyone. But now Larka was more than happy to laugh loudly instead, as she drew her blade from its sheath and placed it on the table. The sword was just under three feet long, including the curved hilt, the blade had a slight backwards curve at the tip, and, if one looked closely every three inches from the bottom of the blade to the tip there were hairline cracks just barely visible.

Larka smiled as she ran a finger down the side of the sword. “You aren't the first to question that, Ha Neul. My parents ran a mercenary troupe when I was young, so I have lived that life since I can remember. I have trained with that sword since I was a girl, I can use other blades if I have to, but this is my best friend, as it were.” She chuckled. ”I know this blade, every inch of it like the back of my own. Of course, when I was first using it I had two arms, and in fact I was left handed. So, you can imagine how fun it was for me to relearn almost everything on my right hand. Try it one day, switch you blade to your off hand and do everything with it that you can your dominate hand. You think you can do it all, but, trust me, we have dominate hands for a reason.” She picked the blade it and placed her finger just where the blade met the hilt and it balanced there perfectly. ”Why should I let the loss of an arm define what I can do? How many fighters have you seen with one eye? They lose depth perception, but they adapt and continue on.”

She sheathed the blade, leaving the secret of how it truly worked a secret for now. “If I let the loss of my arm stop me from being me, well, I wouldn't be here right now, I wouldn't be married again. I would probably have died a long time ago, whether from alcohol or whatever. And if I wasn't dead I'd be drunk all the time and spending all my cash on women.” She grinned at that idea, not realizing that she had given a small detail away she hadn't meant to. “I'm a fighter, always have been and I will probably die fighting, though, hopefully, it will be more peaceful in the arms of my wife once I find her.”

When Ha Neul explained the difference between a soldier and a mercenary, Larka thought on it for a moment before shaking her head. “I would disagree slightly on that.” She stated, not meaning any offence to Ha's own version of the differences. “I agree with what you said about the soldiers losing purpose in the end, but not with the mercenary side of it. When a client does on a mercenary, it's more of a matter of finding a new client, provided said death wasn't the result of poor workmanship n the part of the mercenary of course. We work by contract, once the contract is up we move on, only thinking of that client again if they wish to renew the contract, otherwise we find a new client.” She paused a moment to consider Ha's words a little more closely. “A lot of mercs I used to run with were once soldiers from one place or another, their lords dead or a war they wanted to fight in over. Some liked the action, some had nothing else to go back to, but everyone needs to eat.” She glanced back to Ha for a moment and leaned forward. “Which one are you?” She asked bluntly. “Even sitting here you carry yourself like you know how to handle yourself. You have been trained in some kind of combat I would think, what kind I cannot say aside from possibly some type of swordplay.”

Ha Nuel mentioned a place they could go that was fun and dirty which peeked Larka's interest. ”Those are two of my favourite things in a place, so, what have you got in mind?” She watched the younger woman fish out some paper from her pocket after putting the coins back and unravelled it enough that Larka could see the hand drawn faces on it. Ah, a wanted list perhaps? And a few of them were already crossed out. Ha pointed out one man and Larka noted the price on his head, two grand! She whistled as Ha spoke, saying a thousand each, split the pot fifty-fifty between them. ”Yes, that would give me a hell of a start indeed.” She finally replied as a wicked smile played on her face at the idea of a fight. ”I'm in. So, do you know of any leads on him then?”

[OOC: not sure what you are planning, but leave and make a new thread somewhere else, or have him already in the tavern and start a fight :P  whatever you do I'll play along!]

When Ha finally smiled and laughed Larka chuckled lightly, finally, some kind emotion out of the woman! The answer given didn't directly reply to what Larka had asked, but she didn't press for further information. It seemed she'd have to figure out what Ha Neul meant by that answer on her own, which was fine, gave Larka something to ponder later on if she wanted to.

The topic went to the idea of a bounty hunt together and Larka leaned back in her chair letting Ha Neul speak what she wanted without interruption. When she could Larka put in. “I can be persuading.” She grinned. “A cut here, a cut there, nip off a finger maybe, people will talk. As for the rest of them, once we start carving our way through and they see that their boss can't, or won't protect them, they may back off. I'm not counting on it, but if controls them by fear more than anything, they may break once we push hard enough.” Larka explained, having dealt with situations like this before, still, new lands and new people, she may have it all wrong. She'd be prepared either way in case they didn't back down from protecting their boss, if he had that much control over them.

Ha Neul stood slowly and picked their glasses, thankfully Larka was finished with her drink, and at Ha's words Larka's brow raised in question. She stood slowly as well, standing almost a full foot taller than Ha and almost double her weight in well, though Larka had little fat on her frame, as she watched the woman. “Well, I can promise I won't kill you in your sleep or get you killed, provided you keep your distance from me in a fight.” That reason would become apparent later when they fought, as with Larka's unique weapon and fighting style she needed space to move. “But, just what exactly are you asking me to forgive?” She asked cautiously keeping a close eye on the other woman.

[OOC: Hm, I didn't mark this as R, better watch myself :P]

When the glass was thrown in her direction with such speed Larka had little time to react, in fact she wasn't able to before the glass went sailing past her. ~Ha, she missed!~ Larka thought but then, how was that possible? With the speed at which that glass had been thrown and the distance there was no way Ha Heul would have missed such an easy throw.

Larka heard the silence in the place for a moment and turned in time to see a large man a few inches shorter than herself stand from the table that was behind her. Ah, so he was the target of the glass then. Larka wondered, would this happen to be the man Jiggs Ha Nuel was speaking of earlier? Larka guessed it must have been, otherwise, why start a fight for no reason?

The big man had two others backing him and Larka grinned, three on one? Those were fun odds for her. Ha Nuel stepped close, speaking that she would be waiting outside making Larka smiled slightly. “You're a bitch, but the best kind of bitch.” She replied with a slight laugh as Ha took her leave and Larka looked back to the men. “I take it you're Jiggs, and those two are your Jigglets?” She gestured to the other two men, oh boy that looked like it pissed them off. “And, to answer your question from before, while it wasn't me that threw the glass at you, I still did find it funny.”

That last quip was enough to get one of the smaller men to charge Larka, who had, while she was talking, dipped her hand into her pocket and now was wearing a knuckle duster she always carried. She would use her sword, but it was close combat and she didn't want to accidentally strike a bystander. When the man was close Larka actually charged at him as well, getting under his swinging fist and bringing her own up into his jaw. There was a sickening crunching noise as he gurgled in pain as Larka took hold of his collar and showed her strength by throwing him at the door. She wasn't nearly stronger enough for him to go flying but the momentum allowed him to do a running stagger outside with his jaw busted and he fell into the street in great deal of pain.

“I only have one arm guys, come on, you can do better.” Larka chided with a laugh while she wiggled the stump that was left of her left arm, oh she was looking forward to this little dust up!

Both men came at her at the same time, Larka dodged Jiggs' punch at her head, but his buddy's punch she took in the chest, but it didn't slow her down. Larka's Reaver abilities allowed her to ignore pain, so he was a little surprised as Larka took hold of him and dragged him down to the floor, using him as a kinda barrier with Diggs. He landed with a grunt but Larka was already placing a stomp with her full weight onto his chest. That knocked the wind from him and cracked or broke a few ribs, she stepped back and then kicked him in the side of the head to knock him out.

“Come on, Diggs, just tell me where your boss is and I won't embarrass you in front of everyone.” Larka commented with a smirk.

“Bitch!” He howled as he drew a dagger from his belt and charged her. Larka came at him with a laugh, enjoying the ability to stretch out her unused muscles once more, she had been on that ship for too long. She dodged the blade but he caught her with a fist to the face that had Larka stagger back a little from the force, he was a strong one. But as the wound came, though slight it was really, Larka felt her muscles tighten slightly with added strength.

He came at her again and Larka got under his arm, getting her shoulder under left arm pit, quickly she got her in front of his and pushed forward with all her strength. That got it so that they both fell forward to the floor, Jiggs hit face first, breaking his nose with a spout of blood, while Larka was better off, using him to keep herself from hitting the floor with her own face. She rolled off and got back to her feet with a grin as she waited for him to get back up from the floor, he still held the dagger though and now he was really angry. She could feel the bruise forming on her face from his punch as he came at her again wildly swinging the blade. She felt it cut her a few times, once more her muscles tightened further adding to her strength.

The Reaver caught his arm and twisted getting him off balance and back onto his knees again as blood seeped from a few gashes he had given her. She got his off hand caught between her knees elbow point up, before she reached back with her first, still wearing the knuckles and drove it down hard, breaking his elbow. He howled in pain, but he was a tough guy, and spun the knife and rammed it into Larka's right thigh, making Larka moaned against the pain, but once again it only added to her strength making it harder for him to get control.

They both struggled to their feet and stood facing each other, Larka leaving the knife in her thigh for now since it left him unarmed. Some of his blood from his nose had gotten onto her and where it touch her skin it popped and sizzled and the bruise on her face stopped getting worse and instead started to heal itself. “What are you?!”

“Something you've never seen before.” Larka replied as she pulled the dagger from her thigh and then stabbed herself again, and again, and again, each time feeling her strength growing while he eyes turned redder with each passing moment. With a howl of perceived victory Larka charged him at full pace while he decided to bolt for the door instead. That momentary paused at the door to work the handle allowed Larka to catch up.

Out in the street as the broken jaw guy was moving again Larka and Jiggs came bursting into the street as Larka speared him with her right shoulder in the gut. Her added strength and ability to ignore the wounds she had sustained allowed her to get back up first and threw him against a near by wall. He howled in pain again from his broken elbow hitting the stone wall as Larka removed the blade from her leg and placed it into his left shoulder, leaving him without arms to use.

The fight was done, and Larka searched him for his coins and removed them looking to Ha Nuel with her now blood red eyes. “Get what you need out of him, I'll be right back.” She commented and went back inside. She used Jiggs' money to pay for a bottle of rum and he had a fairly strong healing potion as well so she got that, the rest of the coins she gave him for damages done. All the while her eyes, now that the fight was over, were going back to normal.

Coming back outside Larka guzzled down the potion and she could feel it working quickly, the bruise on her face fading while the wounds on her thigh started to close and stop bleeding. Looking to Ha Nuel Larka had a large satisfied smile on her face. “So, what's the plan from here then? Is he being helpful or do I need to break some more bones?” She kinda wanted to break some more bones if she was being honest with herself, maybe just one for good measure?

Ha Neul was standing in the street outside the tavern, her back facing the door, and her arms crossed in patience. It didn't take long before the sounds of breaking glass, falling tables, and screaming patrons could be heard from inside the tavern. The door flung again, albeit violently, and a bloodied shirted and bloody mouthed man come stumbling outside, shortly collapsing to the ground afterwards. Covering his bloody mouth with his hands, he began rolling around the ground in excruciating pain. He had all the gestures, as if he wanted to scream out in pain, yet all that managed to escape were from his mouth were garglings of blood and unusual breathing noises. What a bloody and sloppy mess; definitely the work of a mercenary.She had been impressed by how quickly Larka had managed to dispose of this one, for it had not seemed that long since Ha Neul left the tavern. Nonchalantly unfolding her arms, she proceeded to make her slow approach to the rolling man in great pain, pausing to stare at him a few seconds, before crouching over him. Reaching back into her pocket again, she pulling out the poorly kept and wrinkled mess of a bounty list. "Hello friend," She eventually spoke in her nonchalant tone. "You wouldn't happen to know where this man is located, would you?" She held the wrinkled list in front of the man's face with in her right hand, and pointed at the drawing of her target with her left index finger. However, the man continued to roll in the ground in excruciating agony and pain. It seemed he was in far too much agony and misfortune to even acknowledge Ha Neul's presence. Even more than than that, it seemed to Ha Neul that he was incapable of talking, even if he did acknowledge her presence. Pity..Standing back on her feet with a disappointed sigh, it would not be too long afterwards, before the door violently flung open again, revealing two more figures. Witnessing the scene of the two fighters first hand, a look of both unexpected surprise and appeasement came upon Ha Neul's face. She observed with satisfaction as Larka had pinned the man against the wall, rendering both his arms unusable, and completely subdued him. A sloppy mess, a bloody work, yet a successful work nonetheless. She also took great notice of Larka's blood red eyes. For that moment, to Ha Neul, it'd seem as though the woman's uncivilized nature had made itself bare.Ha Nuel continued to watch in observant silence, as the woman searched through her unfortunate victim's pockets, and went back into the tavern to receive her 'victory reward' at the bar. After a few more moments of silence, Ha Neul's gaze finally shifted to her intended target of interrogation, now pinned against the wall under the almost perfect interrogation circumstances," 'There' you are" She greeted with a sarcastically exaggerated tone of enthusiasm. "I've been meaning to have a conversation with you for quite a while. I apologize it had to be done under such circumstances.""Fuck off.." Returned a mentally annoyed voice; one that was annoyed with all it's sudden unfortunate circumstances of failure."Now that's no way to speak with guests, 'Jiggs'." Ha Neul returned."What the hell do ya want?" Jiggs returned defiantly.Moments later, Ha Neul revealed her bounty list in front of the large man's bloodied face."Xavier. Xavier Blackblade. Where is he?" Ha Neul began, albeit sternly."Hah!" Jiggs exclaimed, "You be outta ya bleedin mind if ya be thinkin i'll be given away Xavior Blackblade just like that. I'd break ya pretty little neck, if I wasn't pinned to dis wall."Ha Neul proceeded to create an theatrically exaggerated expression of disappointment, "I'm disappointed in you Jiggs. I had always deemed you to be the more reasonable of the thugs of Adeluna."She made a closer approach to the man, her shorter demeanor gazing the larger man directly into his defiant eyes. "Unfortunately, given your current circumstances, you're going to have to talk one way or another." She continued in a lower and more persuading tone. "It's just a matter of which circumstances you'll talk in." The larger man remained silent, continuing his defiant eyed look. "I'm a negotiable prospect, Jiggs. I'll give you two fair options. You can either tell me where your boss is hiding, and limp back to whatever hole you crawled out of in your current state. 'Or'…." She paused, switching her gaze to the door of the tavern, "You can either tell 'her', under more unfavorable circumstances, and perhaps with a few more missing limbs." There was a stagnant silence, and stare down of the sort between the two, before Larka eventually exited from the tavern.“So, what's the plan from here then? Is he being helpful or do I need to break some more bones?” Jiggs eyed at Larka for a few moments after her statement, albeit still defiant eyed, before looking back at Ha Neul again, who, never having removed her gaze despite the man's change in attention, then raised her eyebrow at him as a non-verbal repetition to her question."The brothel, the Moonlight Brothel." He eventually spoke.Ha Neul stepped back a few inches, folding her arms as if challenging the authenticity of the man's statement. "There's nothing there but drunks, lonely hearts, and harlots, Jiggs. You expect me to simply buy into that?""That's the way it's supposed to be ya stupid tramp!" He exclaimed. Ha Neul's eyebrow rose in curious response."Self righteous fools like you be avoidin such places in da slums, thinkin ya too goody goody and mighty to be entering such places like that. Blackblade takes advantage of fools like you.""I see," Ha Neul replied, her hand rubbing her chin as she continued to examine the authenticity of the answer. "And where in there would Xavior Blackblade be? That place is a little too small to be the housing a huge band of organized thieves and cutthroats, such as yourself.""Cause ya be blind and stupid, just like the Queen's royal dogs." Jiggs continued. Ha Neul returned another look of intrigue in response. "It ain't what's outside that be meaning anything ya fool, it's a bleedin cover up for fools like you. It be about what's lyin under it.""Under it?" Ha Neul repeated in response. "You mean, 'underground'?""Where else, ya slow twit?!" Jiggs exclaimed.Ha Neul pondered a bit, before inquiring her next question, "And how does one enter this 'underground' hideout beneath the brothel?""I be here to wet mee blade.""What?" Ha Neul repeated, rather baffled by the man's unusual response."That be the password ya bloody twit!" Jiggs explained, his patience running low."And to whom would I speak this password to?" Ha Neul continued to inquire."To Linda. She be the 'mother' of the girls." Jiggs answered.There was another silence, as Ha Neul sat in deep thought. By this time, the other bloody jawed man was stumbling here and there across the street, leaving behind blood drippings as he continued to hold his jaw in excruciating pain."You'd better be speaking the truth Jiggs, or unfortunately, my 'friend' here may have to just pay you another visit." Ha Neul concluded, before stepping back a few more inches from the pinned down man, now no longer of further use. With a sudden force, she quickly struck the man with her fist on the side of his head, knocking him unconscious; A measure intended to insure he didn't interfere with their plans somehow during their work.Wagging Jigg's blood off her hand, to the ground, she turned herself toward her newly 'approved' companion. "It won't be long before word gets out what happened here. So we'd better move quickly before we lose our opportunity. I left most of my armor and equipment further into the city. I'll be getting it on the way to the brothel." With a pause, she observed Larka in more detail as the healing potion continued the process of it's work, with a raised eyebrow of judgment. "You look…awful." She finally spoke, with jesting and good natured smile upon her face. "You need anything else before we move?….Like a shower?"