The Chaotic Bunch

A new bunch

Quirieth was sitting upside down on the old armchair in the corner of the inn lobby, waiting for Mazekeen to get ready. He had woken up on the wrong side of the bed and hoped for Mazekeen's sake the blood rushing to his head might take the edge off. After 20 minutes of staring at the piece of chewed gum that had somehow found it's way to the centre of the room (although no one chewed gum), Quirieth finally decided to quit waiting and flew off the chair to hunt down Mazekeen himself. As his feet hit the ground the door to the lobby burst open and Mazekeen's white topknot shot through the room.
'Where the hell have you been?', asked Quirieth, no sign of sympathy, rather annoyed at being made to wait so long. From her position on the floor, Mazekeen looked up and gave Quirieth the finger before pushing herself to her feet.
'I had some unresolved busin-', Mazekeen started before a Tiefling with long black hair and a deep scar running along their right cheek came sashaying through the door, unaware they just threw a devil in elf form through the door of a peaceful public inn.
'I said, how is your head?',the Tiefling asked calmly, a look of murder in their eyes. Quirieth slowly turned to Mazekeen, who was already removing her shoes.
'What?', Mazekeen asked, feeling Quirieth's questioning eyes burning into her skull.
'Who... who is this?', Quirieth stuttered, still not fully processing what he just witnessed.
'A friend', replied Mazekeen, to which the Tiefling snorted.
'No, try again', demanded Quirieth, rolling his eyes at Mazekeen's half assed explanation.
'Fine, he's a Rogue I made a bet with. 10 coins that I could answer his question, i didn't'.
'No. Shit.', Quirieth said.
'Look am I gonna get my money or my answer?', the Tiefling asked, crossing his arms impatiently.
'All that for 10 coins or an answer to your sex joke?', Quirieth asked.
The Tiefling shrugged, 'I haven't got an answer, and it's an easy money maker'.
Quirieth looked at Mazekeen, staring at the chewed gum in the middle of the floor and realised the Tiefling wasn't leaving whilst Mazekeen was in debt. He reached into his satchel and pulled out 10 dented coins and tossed them to the Tiefling, who inspected them thoroughly and when was happy, waved a hand and turned to go.
'Wait', Mazekeen broke the silence, Quirieth winced. 'What was the answer?'
The Tiefling stopped and turned around,
'If i told you it wouldn't work anymore'.
'But I'll still be interested', Mazekeen replied, bluntly.
The Tiefling crossed his arms.
'What's in it for me?', he asked, not breaking eye contact.
Quirieth rolled his eyes, 'Is that all you care about?'
The Tiefling put his hand on his flawless purple chin in mock deliberation.
'Hm, yes I do believe so'.
'Fine', Quirieth thought for a moment and turned to Mazekeen, 'The things i do for you'. In all honesty they were dying to know themselves.
He turned back to the Tiefling.
'One night at the inn, surely you would be after a place to sleep, I mean you threw my teammate through a door for 10 coins I'm guessing you didn't have a home'.
The Tiefling's ear twitched, Quirieth hit a nerve. After a moment where Quirieth thought this might be the end he smiled.
'Much obliged', he said bluntly, walking past them into the lobby and throwing himself onto a sofa in the lobby.
For the first time in the last 10 minutes, Mazekeen spoke, 'I knew I could count on you'.
Quirieth huffed and marched up to the sofa when the Tiefling was counting his coins he supposedly gained from other joking bets.
'Were not just gonna let you stay here without an introduction or even a name'.
The Tiefling looked up with red eyes, then back down at his coins and sighed.
'Skamos, i can't be asked to think of an alias'.
Quirieth was suprised at the genuine exhaustion on his face.
'You... you should get some sleep. Your room is 26', Quirieth said nonchalantly, trying to sound like he didn't care.
'That's Serulia's room'.
Quirieth turned to Mazekeen, who was looking at her with that rarely shown look of real sadness.
'It's time to move on', he sighed.
Serulia had left along with Apollo and Yuna, Serulia making a hard choice to fulfil her quest given to them by her parents to become a palace guard, Austen following to see what they could nick whilst under her protection. Apollo left to get a job as a wheelbarrow seller and Yuna left out of pure boredom.
'Alright', Skamos interjected, breaking the silence. He stood up and headed towards the stairs. Now Quirieth got a proper look at him, his deep purple skin and long black hair making him look intimidating, contrast with his calm manner of speech and his long horns looking almost majestic. He carried a long bow and a quiver with 13 arrows, looking handmade, as well as a dagger on his left thigh in a black scabbard. He walked with a limp, contradicting his methodological footing and supposed requirement as a betting man, being to run.
Once he had left Quirieth felt she still hadn't got his answer, 'who is he?' 
'Bloke i met at the avocado stall', Mazekeen replied, leaning against the wall with one leg up, real fuck boy like.
'What we're u doing there?', Quirieth asked, Mazekeen never ate anything she didn't kill.
'Shopping, it's a human thing I thought i should try it'.
Quirieth rolled his eyes, 'and how did you get to this point?' 
'I thought he was selling them, he was behind the counter'
'He sells avocado's?'
'No, he snuck behind whilst the seller was away to raid the coin box'
Quirieth rolled his eyes, of course he wasn't that wholesome.
'Oh i also met another elf with a dwarf and a human asking where the inn was, I suppose we'll see them later'
'Fantastic', Quirieth remarked, turning to the kitchen to get a drink.
'Wait, are we going out? I was waiting for you', Quirieth noticed Mazekeen glanced up for a split second and noticed he was in a red dress, to which he replied, 'what?'