"Huntsman? And what exactly are you planning to do once you've heard my answer? Your hear looking for answers it's obvious. But why should I trust you when I don't even know who you are let alone your names" glaring in Noctis's direction. "What you see here is an ordinary village, not hurting anyone or bothering anything, and yet here comes in two strangers asking questions and demanding answers. Tell me what do you really think of Antra?"
"Only If you promise you won't tell anyone! it's a Secret!" Nishka said facing Sherwood with an index finger over her lips. "Alright you! buzz off before anyone else sees you!" facing the Boarbatusk she slams her knuckles together, upon impact a faint white glow emanates from her fists, with a burst from her feet she charges at the Grimm fist primed to strike. At the same time with a battle cry roar the Boarbatusk spins up and dashes into Nishka's fist. The impact sends both combatants backwards, Nishka sliding away on her feet regaining balance, while the Boarbatusk is momentarily stunned vulnerable.
Inside the inn is an regular scene of rowdy men clearly drunk off a day of work. There was laughter, shouting, the sound of things being broken, merry being made. All of the inhabitants were wearing some variant of white clothing whether its was their jacket, pants, or hat, among this there was another trait they shared. They acted rather barbaric,
"You lyin scum! I oughta take 'yer arm if it meant you'd stop stealin!"
"By Rahasya's name You wouldn't give up your Blessing if it meant your life!"
"You'd best be thankin Rahasya for I woulda ripped 'yer worthless head off if it weren't for the Blessing!"
"HarHar! Blessed be for Rahasya a worthy exchange for the lives we live!"
"Though I still miss the old days, true shame we give that up but no matter!"
One voice in particular was familiar to Persimmon
"Where is he eh!? That thinker of my friend is he still sulking in the Hall!?" a booming and powerful voice stood out from the rest. Standing noticeably larger then anyone in the room at 7ft, Deliria somehow carried a thick amount of both muscle and fat, a dominating figure sporting a thick blonde beard and a bush of raggedy hair. He wore a toga accented heavily with yellow patterns that was clearly stained and unkempt in multiple areas. "I'll go get him don't fret!, oh and Terg a moment!" calling over one of the drunken men he leaned down so less people could hear him in a hushed tone "I've misplaced my key to...those, go make sure it hasn't been tampered with yes?" with a nod Terg wandered off out the inn and in a particular direction, while Deliria walked back towards the Hall Persimmon came from.