Another chilly night, another fruitless effort to find some semblance of familiarity, an object....a person...even a building.  If the indication of her weakened and reduced abilities wasn't already indication enough, this drove the final nail into the coffin.  She was not on Ethrys, she appeared to be FAR from it...another shard perhaps? She recalled hearing reports and tales of how the Scions had gone to visit the other shards of the source.  They had been summoned to one in particular...perhaps she had been summoned as well?  Not usually one to partake in taverns or drinking past the occasional glass of Sake, Yugiri felt at her wits end.  If this was a place far from her home, she had no way of knowing if a way to return existed in the first place!

Tales about would be heard in the right places, of a strange horned, scaled woman...fair of skin, green eyes and hair black as pitch would be heard.  The words 'Scions' 'Hien' and 'Gosetsu' commonly spoken on the tongues of the drunk who had come across this strange 'witch' with a cold demeaner but striking looks.  A groan of sheer frustration as the Shino tromped through the streets of the cities nightlife, she NEEDED a drink tonight, it never had served her as a Lords aide and right hand woman to rob herself of her senses with drink or drug but tonight she was willing to make an exception!

So she founds her way into a tavern, a place that even if her lord or her friends HAPPENED to be here they would NEVER think to look for her here.  Even in a room full of adventurers and N'er-dowells Yugiri stood out like an absolute sore thumb.  The light of the tavern seemed to absorb into her armor, perhaps a specialization to aide in stealth?  Yugiri found her way into a stool, flagging the barkeep down, ordering something strong, a nod of understanding from the barkeep, a mug of ale placed down before the irritated desperate woman.  "Thank you, very much." Yugiri would mutter accepting the drink bringing it too her lips, she doubted that a place like this would have Sake so she didn't even try to ask.  The night dragged on, the Shinobi got into her cups, somehow...the Tavern had turned a game of her depression, patrons attempting to chug a drink faster than the Shinobi could, a Roucas crowd had gathered near the bar where the Shinobi sat, her thick Hingan accent slurred with the addition of the Alcohol.  "W-who...finkshey can ouddrink meh nsht!?  le'em *hic* shtep urp." Yugiri would call, her senses dulled from the drink, what was the saying? When in Gyr Abania do as they do? She could swear she recaleld a saying like that....or perhaps it was the alcohol speaking!

The crowd only got rowdier and rowdier, a break in the drunken patrons would indeed reveal at it's center, formed around the bar was a indeed a Shinobi of the Far east, of a world not of this one.  Something was on her mind, green hues flitted from face to face, a cocky drunken grin spread across her lips, was this why so many chose to spend their time in bars in the West? a sense of comraderie and respect from these strangers....oooor likely just the alcohol talking.  What Renitra took as the Shinobi blowing her off, ignoring her was actually the woman's drunken mind trying to catch up a process what was going on, things happened, and then several seconds later it would finally click in her head.  The sound of the stool moving, a whisper very near her Aural, this person....they seemed to know WHAT she was, they called her a 'Shadow'!  Intoxicated eyes stared at Renitra, the crowd cheering for more of the strange drinking Shinobi.  

Yugiri continued to stare, once more it had seemed that Renitra had been ignored but it was still her mind trying to play catch up, her body however reacted before her mind could catch up when Renitra uttered a single sentence.  'Or has the crown tyrant and the viceroy broken you despite everything....?' Those words sank into her Aural, her fists immediately clenched, and before she could even think she had a mind to open her mouth to teach this disrespectful little girl a lesson!  But....she promptly forgot WHAT she was about to do...then the words sand into her mind all over again just in time for ANOTHER distration, a tap on the shoulder, a piece of paper handed over, drunken hues scanned over the....sloppy text.  Yugiri found herself...horrified by the sloppy penmanship!  It was barely readable to her!  A child could have written better in her people's tongue but her eyes fell onto one word.

One word was enough to pierce through even HER drunken haze, SCION!  Her heart raced, thundering like the pounding of her Yol's wings during flight, her eyes kept scanning the message, deciphering more and more, this was her people's script....this was Doman writing!  Yugiri's eyes widened, a soft gasp escaping her lips, surprished, shocked eyes looked up to the stranger in the yellow cloak beside her....something about her voice....that cloak looked familiar, ever on the tip of her drunken tongue but also out of reach!  Any rational thought went out the window, Yugiri immediately responded in the fluent, graceful Doman Tongue!  ["Y-you know my people's tongue!  Are you one of the Scions!?"] Yugiri would ask, her words less slurred speaking her native tongue however....she was having trouble with the phonetics and inflections of the sounds needed to form the words of the Doman Tongue.

Yugiri's tail began whipping about behind her, like a spiked whip as intoxicated hues stared at Renitra, she was having trouble sitting on the stool, swaying back and forth now that the excitement of the Drinking games passed her by.

If Renitra's face had lit up upon fully recognizing the young Raen, Yugiri's own intoxicated eyes and face lit up hearing the confirmation that the girl beside her was a Scion.  Though her face turned from absolute joy and elation to....confusion when she looked upon Renitra's face, a name....on the tip of her tongue but forever out of reach, she could swear she had seen this woman somewhere before but a name and face truly eluded her in the moment.  At least this woman spoke the Doman tongue better than she wrote it!  ["H-Hai! Watashi wa misutou~ōkā fujindesu!"] Yugiri would reply in the Doman tongue! (Editor's note: Yes! I am Mrs Mistwalker)

A sense of drunken relief washed over the Shinobi, a TRUE sense of relief and relaxation.  Finally, the company of a friend even if she could not remember the woman's face!  She listened, her delayed reactions and expression persisted even as Renitra apologized if she had come across as rude, she went further to say that Yugiri didn't need to be drowning her sorrows in alcohol.  Yugiri blinked in momentary confusion, to mourn a comrade...? Many comrades of hers had passed, some if one wanted to be technical....by HER hand.  ["No, I do not mourn a Comrade this day....though I have lost many, this is not for them.  This was for me.  A stranger in a strange land, a strange place.  No friends, no allies, no home and no way back home."] Yugiri would state her words steadily getting worse and worse as emotions began taking hold in her drunken state.

Yugiri blinked racking her brain the more Renitra spoke, the more memories were driven to the surface in her drunk haze of a mind.  ["Doma Castle....F-forgive me...but I do not recall your face being present during the assualt.  I ask...why do you mourn for Gosetsu-san? He did not die that day, when the Castle fell.  He Escaped....alive by the grace of the Kami.  With the Viceroy....who...had a change of heart after witnessing his bravery in defending her even after stabbing him."] Yugiri would ask quirking a brow, tail flicking back and forth, a soft 'tick tick tick' as scale tapped against the wooden legs of her stool.  ["Hai....I remember all those things but I....I do not recall your face being among the allies who were with us those days."] Yugiri would say.

A pursed lip as her drunk mind tried to piece things together, people who claimed her life was theirs?  Or perhaps she was claiming THEIR lives for herself?  ["I will not....call you a liar.  I will not say you did not experience these things.  E-even drunk...I see the pain...the loss in your eyes.  You truly lived through these experiences...you were there.  It is curious....why I cannot recall your face...nor your name.  

Yugiri blinked as Renitra began recounting an abridged tale of the Ala Mhigan campeign.  ["A-again I must apologize friend....I do not recall being present for the Ala Mhigan resistance....my Lord and I were rebuilding the Enclave.  A...hub of trade for the restoration of Doma and her peoples.  You speak of Zenos....yet you have not seen him walk these streets?  Openly, BRAZENLY as any citizen?  I encountered him....no one seemed to know who he was!  He was allowed to walk free."] Yugiri would mutter grumpily, if Renitra looked into Yugiri's eyes, she would find only sincerity in the young woman's words, not a hint of deception to be found....or perhaps she was so drunk that she believed her own crazy tale!