Lili's eyes glowed blue as she came upon a tavern and she made her way to the bar. She never would drink alcohol, she felt it would only slow her incredibly fast thought processes, but her hopes never managed to stop the others from doing so. In the light of the tavern, one could finally see her short white hair with blue tips that matched her eyes. She realized at that moment that she'd never changed from her blood soaked garbs, but everyone here seemed too inebriated to notice or care. Well, most everyone. The bartender seemed rather curious and even slightly perturbed by her appearance, so they spoke for the rest of the night. Lili was rather impressed by his wit, he could almost keep up with her. As the night ended, she looked him over then handed him her sword. "I won't remember you in the morning...if I seem docile or happy, return it to me...but if I....attack, use it against me."
As the morning began, Aimee awoke and looked to her surroundings, taking in a deep sigh of relief as she noted that she was asleep in a tavern room and that there were in fact no dead bodies around her. She sat up and looked to her bag, pulling out the diary Lili had written in the night before, but Aimee was only looking for a signature. 'Lili' she noted and she again took a deep sigh as she pulled out a red cloak and a change of clothes. She looked to her image in the mirror, her eyes and tips had both turned red. She wore a red tank top and tight blue jeans, with a red cloak over them.
Once fully ready, she made her way down the stairs and to the bar. She pulled out the quill and proceeded to write an entry for the day, using her hand rather than the levitation and speech spell used before. The man behind the bar walked up with a drink for her, his accent thick and southern, "are y'alright, Ms. Lili? You definitely look just as different as ya said ya would..." And Aimee looked up from her book, rather confused before she nodded instinctually. The bartender smirked then responded, "you have no idea who I am, huh?" And, being unable to lie, Aimee nodded. "That's alright," he responded, "you told me that'd be the case. Here, I held on to somethin' for ya, y'all won't try to kill me, right?" And Aimee nodded, responding in quiet tones, "no..." and he handed her a sword. "Y'all had me hold onto it last night..." and Aimee quietly responded with a "thank you..." and not another word was spoken between them.
Aimee wondered, considering how nice he was to her, if she could stay in one place for once, but she knew better. She would have to run by nightfall, else risk the lives of everyone here, including the kind nameless bartender. There would always be something chasing her and something worse inside her. She couldn't bare to risk so many innocent lives.