[Not only is the barkeep not convinced, but his loud exclamations have alerted the detachment of Navy soldiers having a round of drinks in the front of the tavern. He steps out of the way to allow them to enter the kitchen. As it is rather tight quarters, those in front have their swords drawn.]
[Codi's eyes go towards the still open window on instinct, but with how hard it was to squeeze the both of them in there in the first place, she's not sure they can get back out fast enough to escape unscathed. They might have to fight this one out. In the meanwhile, she continues their conversation as if nothing happened, stock-still in the middle of the room with careful, calculated glances passed between Cross and the approaching troops.]
...Yes, as a matter of fact it is. I am the Tyrant, leader of the organization of heroes known as HABITS. Heroes.[Pointed glance at military men with swords drawn. Are they backing down? No? Well it's worth a try.] It's our objective to help the everyman and train others like us to help them as well. What's your deal?
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[Codi's eyes go towards the still open window on instinct, but with how hard it was to squeeze the both of them in there in the first place, she's not sure they can get back out fast enough to escape unscathed. They might have to fight this one out. In the meanwhile, she continues their conversation as if nothing happened, stock-still in the middle of the room with careful, calculated glances passed between Cross and the approaching troops.]
...Yes, as a matter of fact it is. I am the Tyrant, leader of the organization of heroes known as HABITS. Heroes. [Pointed glance at military men with swords drawn. Are they backing down? No? Well it's worth a try.] It's our objective to help the everyman and train others like us to help them as well. What's your deal?