The Foreign Rogue

Derick nods slightly, and turns around, evidently trying to stall continuing his duties. On his face is a faint smile; he obviously knows your type and doesn't want to invoke your anger further. "So you're Japanese, eh?" You narrow your eyes and keep your mouth shut. "Aha, it's kind of obvious, I guess. Sorry, Tsuyu." He tilts head his curiously. "If you're Japanese, what the hell are you doing here amidst the land of knights and rogues, and wizards and dragons?" You shrug slightly. "What's it to you?" Derick blinks, and shrugs himself. "I was just curious." You turn around and start to head back to your own duties, before Derick shouts hurriedly after you.

"I--uhh, what? Aren't you going to ask about me?" You turn around slowly, and stare at him. Derick laughs weakly. "I'm sorry. It's just .. aha .. y'see, today I'm supposed to have met some .. girl that's going to change my life." You lift your eyebrow. "Eheh, horoscope." You snort. "I know, I know, it's sort of silly to entrust myself with that sort of stuff, but you can understand, can't you? Working low wages, having no faith..." You stare at him blankly, thinking that horoscopes had nothing to do with faith. You glare angrily at him, growling, "You're lying, bastard."

Derick laughs weakly again, and scratches the back of his head. "Alright, alright. I'll tell you what's up." You cross your arms again, ready to shoot him down. "See those guys over there?" He asks, pointing his thumb towards a group of chefs who are stirring a couple of pauldrons. "They dared me to see if I could get you to socialize with the rest of us." He grins slightly. "Yeah, you've been that anti-social around here..." You...