She was happy to have someone to talk with as she walked down the path. Her hair and hood were down. She wore a long brown skirt that started at her ankle and rose to her knee. It had coins hanging on it's bottom at an the angle in three rows. she wore a long sleeve brown shirt that buttoned up and had 3 rows of coins hanging on the bottom of it. under that she had a white undershirt that only the top can be seen as she had the top button unbuttoned as she walked. The coins clicked to the beat of her walk and she quite liked it.

"Well there it is. the city ruled by the worse. So Think you got what it takes to survive?" She asked with a smile. She was in a good mood now that she had her powers back she had nothing to fear though she hoped that his opinion of her in the end would not be negative. She was known to have triple chase her here and hoped they would not chance a fight with her after last time she embarrassed those that captured her. 

Rugal was most thrilled about an opportunity to see more of the world, especially after his trek with yet another experienced adventurer he took not long ago had endowed him with knowledge he was more than willing to put to test. Accompanied by Vinsue, who had offered to take him here in the first place, he wasted no time eyeing the distinct and colorful streets of the Haven. It looked pleasant enough, though if he is to believe what Vinsue told him back in the tavern in Iria, the looks served as a facade for all the shady business going on here. And they did so pretty effectively, from the looks of it.

His musings came to an abrupt pause, as the woman asked him a question. Does he have what it takes to survive?

- "I am pretty positive that I am, indeed. I figure you told me all I need to know, as of to what to look out for" - he answered, returning his smile. He found it odd how she seemed to be in such a good mood, being fully aware of the dangers looming above them… and perhaps anyone else present. Seems everyone needs to find a bright side to the situation they find themselves in, which again, was well helped by the colorful streets made that much brighter by the intense sunlight. Pleasant fragrance emanating from the local taverns and eateries, as well as high-pitched squeals of seagulls gliding overhead contributed much to the experience, too.

The young apprentice looked at Vinsue expectantly, wondering where is she planning to lead him. Having ditched her robe she wore when the two first met, she looked so much different, especially with her white hair flowing freely with an occasional breeze passing along the busy streets. He himself remained clad in his usual attire, the bright colours of which helped reflecting the sunlight and heat it carried.

"Last thing before we go in. I go by SilverTail in his port town for many reasons, i prefer not to use my real name within the walls." she said she was glad to see him happy and lost in thought but that was dangerous. If one wanted to test their strengths in a real fight this was the place as she had learned. He would be safe with her but she would not always be there. She put up her hood just before they entered the city. the streets were at their usual busy state as many walked about some even staggered and laughed definitely drunk.

If one did not like this they should stay out of the city cause it only gets worse. She turned into an alleyway and and keep walking. She knew that she was being watched and knew at sundown she would be pursued and was thinking if she would rather any fight to be in the street or in a tavern. she came to a place that one could see the ocean and many men toting creates into a shop and onto a boat. "Pore saps can't speak after what the lords did to them. They have been broke and refuse to be freed. Sad, truly I have tried to help but there will is gone."

Vinsue's warning made the atmosphere much more serious, even in face of a merry facade, for which the bright surroundings constituted. And that was before the woman had put her hood up and headed towards some unremarkable alleyway, easily contrasting with the colors of the Haven's main street. Or pretty much every other aspect. It was bleak, it smelled, instead of cheerful people going about their business, there were drunks huddled beneath the dirty walls. Some of them laid in what seemed to be palettes of body fluids a person could possibly extract, some others were not even looking alive. At least with the facade gone, there was nothing to distract him from the sense of danger looming over them? So much for the positives, of which Rugal could possibly think.

And then Vinsue led him near the and of said alleyway, which seemed to lead out towards the Haven's fabled port. Now, it did not look like particularly worrisome. Even after Vinsue mentioned how did all these men end up working as they did, it still did not look like as if they were enslaved. This would not be Rugal's first lesson on how truth seems to differ from whatever meets the eye. Having heard Vinsue's statement on the state of mind these people are in, the aspiring apprentice felt much saddened. Having turned towards the woman, he asked:

- "Is there still anything we can do to help, then?"

"Sadly no. as i said i have tried but once one has gone threw what they have it is hard to give them hope. I have helped the ones in the arena and often save those that i can before they are broke like that. " she said as she started walking once again. she keep her eyes strait ahead as she walked. she saw those that whire waighting and keeping track of her but pretinded not to notice. 

She decided that it would be best to find a tavern to fight in for thats where she always is when they start something. as they near the tavern she stopped and crossed her arms. guess they where not going to make it to the tavern. She knew that someone was waighting. and than a laugh came from the side street. the tall buff man stepped out in frount of them. he had a dark tan and black hair. She lissiened as she readied her stance. Usuly there are three to six of them. where where the rest?

"I see you found you a body guard, SilverTail. Did the last visit hear rack your nervs that bad? or Is the rumer true?" he said a bit cocky. She looked back at her friend. no offince to him but he really did not look like a body guard. corse she knew a lot more than the man did. "What rumer? and where are your buddys?" she said knowing something was up. "your magic is blocked. and if thats the case any one of us could take you down." he said. wow that was a slow rumer and she was surprised to hear that they even found out. "well want to test your thearys?" she leaned aginst the wall. "first thery is wrong he is just trying to learn the tricks of the traid." she than motioned her friend twords her apposer. "test one" she said 

So this was what Vinsue has been doing in such a vile place. To free the imprisoned sounds like one of most noble goals, and Rugal could happily approve it. Having followed her towards the tavern, he suddenly found himself confronted by a particularly large man, easily towering over him and Vinsue. He went on to taunt her before mentioning a rumor, apparently stating that her powers were blocked. That sounded terrible, but even in face of potential danger the two found themselves in, Rugal knew he was perfectly competent to handle the situation. However, was fighting necessary? The man did not seem like a foe worthy of his efforts, and that alone made the apprentice willing to give the goon a chance to back down.

- "If you seek her harm, you have to go through me. Either that or back down, before I will have to use force."

Unsurprisingly, his words were only met with hideous laughter, as the large man motioned his cronies to come over. In total, there were seven goons, one uglier than the other, most of each equipped with an improvised weapon of sorts. A club here, a fishing gaff there… these looked unassumingly but were perfectly capable of making a nasty wound if they were to hit. While this made the situation much more dangerous, Rugal did not lose himself and remained firmly stood in place. Maintaining eye contact, he spoke with calm yet stern voice:

- "I am giving you a final warning. Back down and you will remain unharmed."

This time, it seemed to have an effect. The large man's smile dropped, which did not go amiss on the other goons, visibly confused. The thug, however, could not allow something like that to demoralize his men and hinder his task of capturing or harming Vinsue.

- "Well, kid, it was funny the first time, but now I grow tired of your nonsense. Will you get your sorry self out of there or do you want me to help you?"

Rugal felt he did not need to answer to this question, and so he did not. The hulking thug took this as an invitation to come over and strike the young man down. However, he was in for a surprise when Rugal grabbed hold of his arm and, having turned around, he dropped into a crouch, pulling the meaty arm downwards. The thug was flung over the apprentice's shoulder and with a loud crash, he fell onto his back. Rugal had little time to appreciate the results of his handiwork, for he had yet to face the remaining goons, who promptly rushed in to aid their supposed leader. Rugal boldly stepped into the imminent melee, deflecting a gaff being swung at him and planting his foot firmly in the attacker's ribs, nearly folding the unfortunate aggressor in two as he fell over. With exaggerated spin kicks, the young apprentice kept others at bay, while looking for a window to strike.

Finally seeing two attackers too far apart from each other, he jumped in between them. Having grabbed hold of a goon who sought to strike him with a club, Rugal turned him around and pushed him into his crony. As the two had bumped against a wall, the apprentice stepped forward and unleashed a flurry of punches upon them. In a matter of a single second, each of their two faces was met with three punches before slumping onto the ground as Rugal turned around to face the others, visibly hesitant to move on. Their leader, who had been watching the scene unfolding before him since he was thrown to the ground, went on to shout at them:

- "Curses! Ain't anybody going to act? Move it, before I move you!"

As he slowly stood up, the three of his remaining cronies, spurred on by his encouraging words, did indeed move on. However, demoralized as they were, they did so slowly and hesitantly, making them easy pickings for Rugal. Luckily for them, he was not the one to take every excuse and opportunity to cause harm. Seeing a goon trying to strike him with a gaff of his own, the apprentice had swiftly snatched the tool out of his hands before chucking it aside. The three were quick to flee, much to the large man's disgruntlement. Although he remained the only one standing against his target and the man who had just beat his little gang into submission, he turned out too stubborn just to let it go. He made a foolish mistake, picking a discarded gaff from the ground and attempting to rush down Vinsue, whom he believed to have lost her powers. Poor fool had no clue that he had left his fate in her hands.

She watched as they talked she smiled a bit herself. She only gives one warning and the man had no clue what he was about to go threw. she watched as the rest of the men stepped into view. she did not move and just watched. she was there if anything went wrong but she knew he could handle it and he did. she watched as he flipped the leader and all attention and effort went to him. he was graceful and quick. and quickly got the group to run off. she laughed at the leaders shock and anger wich quickly got his attention. 

she pushed off the wall just as he brought the gaff down. a miss. she quickly threw a kick to his belt and moved out of the way. the man set his jaw and turned anger wild in his eyes. she dodged his blow and gave a kick to his face in the same move. he stumbled backwards into a pile of barrels. "theory 2 wrong. without using my powers i remain undefeated." He slowly got up. and she let sparks dance on her arms. "Theory three, too late I got my powers back. now last time i was hear you would have been right." he grabbed a piece of one of the barrels that his landing broke. she shot a jolt of electricity threw him and he blacked out. she turned after he landed on his back. "Never mess with SilverTail." she said. 

"You did good, just one warning will tell you if they will back down or not. anyways let us get to that tavern before the real fun begins." she then started walking. she wanted a drink before they try anything else.

The apprentice was most glad to see that the rumor he had just heard turned out to be… well, a rumor and nothing else, as Vinsue had incapacitated the man with a surge of electricity she had conjured. Although the sight of the man, convulsing as the remainder of the conjured electrical energy still surged through his body was not pretty, perhaps it could be said that he had asked for it, trying his chance to harm an innocent person for own gains.

Rugal gave Vinsue an acknowledging nod, as she gave him her advice. He had faced many other aggressors, mostly thieves and muggers, as he continued to train. And he only had to fight the most desperate of these, managing to talk the others down into giving up. Seems people think differently when they are after other people, rather than just their possessions. When the two had finally made their way to the tavern, Rugal had ordered a cup of stewed food drink that was being served there. He wondered what was the 'real fun' the woman mentioned, as he went on to sip his drink. Many thoughts coursed in his head as he went on to process all he had learned about Vinsue and this strange place the two found themselves in. What could have motivated her to go there in the first place, and what is the magnitude of the threat she is constantly under, while she's at it?

He did not let his eyes off her, as he continued to think, occasionally stopping to wonder what else the two will get to encounter during the day in this strange place.

It was odd how he watched her. He now had questions and she could see it. she had ordered a glass of ale as she always did and led them to a corner table. she did not blame him for the questans but the way he watched her was odd she kept glancing at the door as different people walked in. "That guy was one of the lesser gang leaders that the lords allowed to be here. and if one has the belief i lost my powers they all may think that wich will spark a fews curiosity though they are a bit smarter than him and are a good bit better at fights and swords." 

She sipped her drink hopping she answered his question. than thought of how that would make her look. "Well the Lord's hate the fact i free the slaves and have offered big for my head and bigger for a live capture." she said then again sipped her drink. 

Rugal was most appalled, knowing that there is a place where atrocities such as slavery are not only common but tolerated, too. Perhaps it is difficult not to tolerate it when it gets you chased by determined mercenaries across the Haven and wherever else. All in all, Vinsue seemed to be doing Gods' work, and the apprentice was honored to have acquainted with her.

He continued to drink from his cup, as the woman explained whom they faced a while ago. It seemed that the rumors stating that Vinsue had been weakened brought onto her pretty much anyone desperate for cash, rather than solely groups of mercenaries who knew their stuff. Last moment's showdown might have been a cakewalk for him, but it seemed that he had yet to face an actual threat here. Having finished, he put his cup back onto the table and asked the woman:

- "I see. I take it you have another attraction for us today?"