Chapter CCLXXXII: Weird People in the Street ~Redaz

Redaz was waiting outside the inn: he'd started to get annoyed when the barkeep hadn't stopped asking about the glass, and he'd started to get rather angry when the somewhat chubby man ordered him to leave. None of this had much to do with why he was outside, so much as why he wasn't going back in. A masked youth in the corner of the bar had gotten up, and as has been noted, Redaz wasn't feeling at home in the bar, so he followed at a discreet distance, of course.
        When she'd gone to a fountain he'd thought to come forward to her, but opening lines weren't his thing; he preferred to walk through something he'd recently burned and grin. Then she'd got up, he'd watched and turned and run back to the inn when he heard a scream.
        He smiled as the young fighter approached. As he stepped forward, his crimson robe dropped the shadows he had been standing under.

"That was rather unnecessary," he said after making sure she wasn't the one who had screamed.

She froze and her hands wrapped around her weapon.
Redaz rolled his eyes and held up his hands, "I won’t bite."
        "Who are you?" Bulaklak relaxed but eyed him warily underneath her mask.
        "I do magic," Redaz grinned and stepped forward.

Bulaklak tensed up, but in a flash he stood in front of her and had snatched away her weapon. He set the tip of the scabbard on the ground and leaned gently on the butt of small sword like a cane.

"You know, I think you're paranoid," Redaz said nonchalantly as she stared at her confiscated blade.

She reached forward to grab her wakizashi but he swung it behind him out of her reach.

He held up his finger. "I'll give it back to you if you don't grab it every time I move."
        "You still haven't told me who you are," Bulaklak growled under her mask.
        "Neither have you," Redaz held her sword forward, she took it tentatively, then returned it to its customary place on her person.
        "I asked," she said simply.
        "My name's Redaz, and I fell from the sky."
Bulaklak raised an eyebrow under her mask.
        "It's true: there was a tear in space-time, I examined it thoroughly. And we jumped in, and we fell from really high up, and D'Nel complained a lot.
        "Who is D'Nel?"
        "He's the one that didn't want me to burn anything," Redaz said almost instantly. "He acts as though I can't control myself. I mean, you haven't combusted yet have you?"
Bulaklak opened her mouth beneath her mask, and on the unseen cue, Redaz spoke up again, "No, of course not. I may be a little crazy, but I have my self control! And aren't we all a little crazy?" he looked al Bulaklak expectantly.
        She opened her mouth again, when he didn't start talking immediately she closed it again and stared at him.
        "Would you like a drink?" Redaz turned on his heel, his robe billowed around him for a moment in a mildly dramatic fashion, "I think I've made friends with the bar tender."
Bulaklak stood as he walked in the door, she didn't have much else to do in town, except maybe leave, and of course Jeremy was still in the inn.

She sighed to herself, "I find the worst company."

She entered the inn again and looked for the red robed fool.