Nanashi
Nanashi was taking a sip of her drink, feeling the good burning as it passed down her throat, as she heard what the priest called her under his breath. She watched as the two interacted, the bar owner taking out a parchment and talking about payment. A magical contract of some kind? That seemed rather extreme. Well, whatever.
Finally, she was beginning to slow down, after having stuffed her face with half of the steak. And she slowly began to saver her drink and the meal more, eating more to enjoy then simply to fill he belly. And with her mouth no longer stuffed with food she spoke out to the priest. “Talk shit about me again and you will be eating dirt by the way.” She told him calmly while she continued to enjoy her meal.
“Hey, could I get some water?” She asked the bar owner, after her threat and the smirked. "Oh, and you might want to use something more then paper, he seems to have a hard head."
Fiona
She let herself take a breath as the spirit; it was probably a spirit of some kind with the way it changed forms so easily and how at ease it was in these ancient woods, backed away from her with a smile.
“It’s nice to meet you Oren, I am Fiona.” She introduced herself with a smile, as she rose to a stand and clasped Rose Dancer to her belt in its gun form. “Sorry if I was trespassing, the air here is just amazing. Is this place your home?”