Lise, Kevin, and Duran walked toward the inn in Moonlight City Mintos.
"I TOLD you, Duran, to take a right." Lise scoffed, the usual ice clad in green. Duran scowled.
"How was I supposed to know that?"
"Brawn and no brains." She muttered.
"Alright, now that's just-"
"About time...rest." Kevin said meekly, grabbing the two's gashed and bloodied arms in emphasis. Duran growled as he opened the door, and Lise winced under her breath at the firm grip of the half beastman.

Today had not been Duran's day. He had spent the day before to right now on the back of the giant turtle Booskaboo, completely hanging on the end of the thread of life, constantly bickering with Lise to where they should go. In the end, they ran around in circles until Kevin, stu-er, unthoughtful as he was, suggested that they listened to him, because he came from there. It took Kevin seven times repeating this throughout the day until they listened to him. Duran still wondered how he got out of Mintos to Jad when they pointed to the map.

"120 Luc please." The innkeeper stated. Lise pressed the coins silently onto the counter, while the innkeeper stared closely at Kevin.
"Er...hi?" Kevin followed this nervous statement with a small wave of his hand.
"Hey, you, I know you. You're that Beast King's son?" He pointed to the poster on the wall with Kevin's face on it. "Must be hard eh? Got involved with the wrong woman, that guy. Heard he had a pacifist maniac for a son, he did." The innkeeper squinted at Kevin. "Although you mighty look like the kid, you certainly seemed to have changed." The man shot a glance at Lise and Duran. "Lived the _human_ way, have you? I swear, if you weren't a pacifist, I'd have to say you'd got no brains to be with those filthy, dir-"

Today had not been Duran's day. He didn't need to listen to this.

"STOP THAT CRAP YOU BASTARD!" Duran pointed his heavy broadsword at the innkeeper, one foot on the counter.
"D-Duran, uh, I...no mind, you.." Kevin was cut short by Duran's piercing glare. The glare of a knight.
"You shut up too, Kevin! You're always like that! The only thing I CAN agree on with this idiot is that you're way too meek!" Duran turned his attention to the innkeeper again. "I don't give a damn about if you've that _superior_" He spat. "beastmen blood of them, but keep the damned hell away from us! We needed an innkeeper, not a son of a bitch critic."
"Duran! There's no need to make enemies in every town we go!" Lise pushed him the way to the stairs to their rooms. "Please give us the keys." The innkeeper, shaken, pressed two keys into her outstretched hand. Lise glanced at them. "Sir, I believe there's a mis-"
"Nope, missy. We've only got three empty spots in this inn today, and both are doubles. One of them's got a customer in there already, that one's 253. If you don't mind."

"As if we got a choice." Duran growled once they arrived at their rooms. "Listen, I'm sharing a room with Kevin, cope with the other person, would ya Lise?" Lise gave him an icy glare.
"If the other person's a be-" She stopped. "man, I would much rather not like to be with him if he JUST HAPPENS to not have a nice disposition." Lise implied the possibilities that could happen. Kevin didn't follow, but Duran certainly did.
"Think about it. What man would want you? Not only that, but any person would keep me up all night if they were a bother, man or woman." Lise took offense to this, and fought the fire with ice.
"You would go on torturing Kevin by repeatedly complaining about your bad luck down to every single hair which protruded out of your MANE, making it so that NOBODY could sleep." Neither of these two were about to be outdone, and they battled till the already setting sun completely hid its face from the world's view. And still, Kevin did not know what to do at this battle of verbal power.
"Why don't..._I_ go, then-" Kevin's attempt of creating a resolution to pacify them only made them turn their faces towards him with murderous sparks in their eyes. "Euh."
"How horrid of you, Duran, to use Kevin as your scapegoat." Lise stated coldly.
"Yeah RIGHT! I wouldn't be stuck with you if my life depended on it!"
'Actually, it kind...does.' Kevin thought to himself. Duran continued.
"I'd rather sleep on the splintered floor than share a room with you!" This popped a vein in Lise's forehead.
"Then why don't you do just that, maniac of Forcena!" She wanted to shriek, but kept her voice as low as possible, still hard and piercing like her lance. "However, _I_ don't plan on doing that!" She dragged Kevin with her and slammed the door. Duran watched as 253's keys were shoved underneath the door, thrown by, most probably, Lise. He picked them up with ferocity, and jammed them into the keyhole, swearing while he twisted the key.

Today was not Duran's day. Especially not once he saw who else was in his room.