Bahamut was wandering the streets of Istan, cloaked in black, hood up, and wearing a black veil so only his different colored eyes could be seen. He also had black gloves and boots on, though the boots were very uncomfortable. But he wasn't sure how the locals took to demons, so he hid himself. He could have used Alter Self, but he didn't like to usually. He went into a tavern and ordered a drink, then sat down at a table by himself. A girl, pretty, tried to sit with him, but he glared at her until she left. He just looks at his drink, not thirsty.

Varila walked into a tavern in the Istan desert, her head wrapped in a thin white scarf. A loose white gown was the only garment she wore, and her eyes narrowed when she entered to see Bahamut. Seething within, she sat down at a table that was in the far corner, and she ordered a deep glass of wine. Pressing a few pieces of silver into the serving girl's palm, she smiled and waited for it to come.

The only thing that had brought her to the Istan Desert was a longing for desolation, the one thing that didn't make her feel alone. Yes, here she would have had a good time of peace and quiet, but instead he was here, and that ruined everything.

He looks at Varila, eyes tightening in contempt. He then looks back at his drink. A man came in then, and sat down with Bahamut. He looked at the man, then started to talk to him in a hushed voice. He told the man about a job he had for him, and if he could complete it, he would be well rewarded. The man left, and Bahamut continued to look at his untouched drink, occasionally looking over at Varila.

Varila could feel his eyes on her back as she sat there, staring into her wine. If he could just leave her alone, then she wouldn't feel so guilty, but now he had come back again. Shadows played across her mind, shadows of the past they had shared. No, it was too late to go back and erase what had already happened. "Fool," she muttered to herself softly, her words not coming out as harshly as she wished them to. If he left now, it would make things much easier.

Every word drifted to her ears as she listened carefully, trying to catch any reason for why he would be here. She saw no reason for him to be here in the desert except to torment her.

(me Bahamut, introducing new charrie, whom u know kindof....)

Arreila looked around as she entered the tavern. She had just come to Imythess in search for her brother Bahamut, whom she had been told was here. She orders a drink, then sits down at a table with a covered up man, not knowing he was Bahamut. Her long black hair was in multiple braids, and her clothes were dusty from travel. "Hey there, stranger. I'm looking for someone named Bahamut, do you know him? I'm Arreila by the way, his sister. I was told he was here in this world.

He looks at the woman, angry at first, then surprised. "I am Bahamut, sister. I was told you were coming. Just one second." He goes over to Varila. "Um, there's someone here you should probably meet, Varila." He looks at his sister, confused. "I don't think it can really wait."

When Bahamut walked over to her table, Varila glared daggers at him. No, he couldn't just leave her alone. He had to bring in the rest of the brood too. "What?" she asked coolly, looking up at him as if this were business and business only. "Another one?" she said with an exasperated tone. "I thought we agreed that we were done." She looked icily at the young woman standing next to him, scanning her from head to foot. "So who are you, and why are you here?" she demanded smoothly, her voice showing a very diplomatic tranquility. "I'd like soon to be away from you, so please just tell my why you're showing up again, hm?"

Her look was more than enough to make some of the bravest people start to melt down and pour out their hearts. Anger showed through, and a lack of tolerance that was truly dangerous.

He glares back at her. "I was here first, so why don't you leave? Anyways, this is Arreila, my sister. Arreila, Varila. Varila, Arreila."He looks between them, waiting for a response from Varila, not sure how they would take to each other.

"Because I'm not just a shell of what I once was, a ghost. You, Bahamut, sacrificed the life you might have had for nothing more than power." She stared at him bluntly and then looked coolly at his sister. "I don't suppose you've heard of my little bout with your brother? We used to take a fancy to each other of sorts." She smirked at him and crossed her arms beneath her breasts, waiting for Arreila to speak.