"How much do you need?" Asura asked. "Well the best set that suits me is like over 4,000 and I'm not even close." Scarlett said setting her gun down and arranging the music sheets on her desk. "What if I helped?" Asura asked. "What do you mean help?" Scarlett asked again. "I mean I help you get the money in any way possible, steal, win, earn. Whatever." Asura said. "And why the fuck would you do that?" Scarlett asked. "Plot development." Asura said. "Makes sense." Scarlett agreed.
They talked about ways to get money quick before it was getting late. Asura was about to walk out the door when he realized "I can't go back to the tavern." He said turning back to Scarlett "Why?" She asked. "The way I look. Some one's gonna kill me." He said. "Fuck it crash here if you want." Scarlett said not really caring. "I'll let you get the bed." Asura said before going over to the corner and moving some music sheets out of the way. He pulled out his scroll and started texting Blake, Yang, Weiss, and Ruby. The conversation ended when they said they had to go back to class after lunch but he said it was night here and he needed sleep so he said goodnight to them all and he pulled his hair over his eyes and went to sleep while Scarlett worked. He awoke later in the night to find the candle at Scarlett's desk dimming and her asleep at her desk slightly drooling on the papers. He took a blanket from the bed and put it over her and left the room. He walked through the raining hearing a mix of rain hitting the stone streets and rain pouring down drains into the sewer. He walked until he heard sounds of Irish music and followed it until he found a wooden building called St. Peters Keg. He entered the bar and took a seat. He ordered a pint of Guinness. As he was taking drinks from his pint he looked to his right and saw he was getting looked up and down by stout man with reddish brown hair with dark linen pants and a striped shirt. He had a darker shade of green than Asura's eyes. Asura saw the stout Irish man was looking at Asura from across the bar. Asura turned away and continued drinking his pint. Asura sat there listening to the Irish band play a song called "An Irish Pub Song" funny enough. Asura sat alone at the bar while everyone else at the bar sat at table with their mates in groups of 3 or more. Asura asked the barkeep if he could have a smoke seeing as how he ran out of black sticks. Asura gave the man a dollar and took the cig and held it between his lips while he searched for his lighter.
"Oh you've got to be fucking kidding me." Asura said searching his pockets to find nothing in them but Conrad and his wallet, his scroll, and the sun pendant. "Must of fucking dropped it while running away from the guards." Asura said quietly to himself. "Hey there lad." Asura heard from his right. He turned and saw the stout man taking a seat on the stool next to him. "Need a light?" The man asked before taking out a small metal cross and flicked the top open revealing a lighter. Asura held the cig over the flame and when it was lit returned it to the position between his lips. "Thanks man." Asura said taking a puff of the cigarette. "I'm expecting you want to spark a conversation?" Asura said looking at the man out of the corner of his eye. "Well straight to the point huh laddy, I was just wondering if ya wanted to make some small talk and let me treat ya to a drink or two." The stout man said leaning on the coutner of the bar. "I see what you're doing here, and to avoid any further embarrassment I'll just tell you that I don't swing that way." Asura said breathing out smoke with each word that left his mouth. "Aye, well it was worth a shot but never the less ya all alone over here by ye wee self I'm still buying you the drinks. Names Sameal McGregor. What's yours lad?" Sameal asked. Asura seeing a possiblility here to get a free drink and wanting to keep his name safe due to him being in another form right now gave a fake name. "Alkahandra." Asura said. "Where ya from lad?" Sameal asked. It was quite apparent that the man was lonely and came to Asura to talk just to pass time with some company. "Remnant." Asura said taking a final puff of the cigarette. "Ah so you attended Beacon?" Sameal asked. "How'd you know?" Asura said continuing to build up the false background. "You look like you've seen your favorite share of battle and since ya looks so young you had to attend a hunter school." Sameal said "But one thing that sticks out is that you don't have ya weapon. I heard that beacon students had weapons like ye won't find anywhere else. Wheres yours?" Sameal asked.
"I don't use a weapon." Asura said because he really never found one that interests him. "Why not lad?" Sameal inquired "Just haven't found one that interest's me." Asura said drinking down the last bit of alcohol in his glass. "I heard tales of an old weapon smith that lived in Fae Forests on Alterion. No one's seen or heard from whoever it is in ages though, but if ya can you can track down where they lived and hopefully get a idea or two and just make ya own." Sameal said calmly Asura gave some thought on what the small Irish man had just said and it wasn't actually that bad of an idea. "Where is this Alterion? Asura asked even though he knew where it was. "There's no transport going there for a while due to some religious terrorist attacking one of the major transports. So you'd have to wait and also I ain't got a fucking clue." Sameal said. "Well thanks for the information Sameal." Asura said putting a hand on his shoulder before getting up and starting to walk out. "Catch ya later lad." He heard behind him but he kept walking back out into the rain.