Early mornings did not suit the fire dragon slayer one bit. No matter how beautiful certain orange-hued sunsets could be; how serenely they reflected upon watery surfaces and in people's eyes. How the cold morning air nipped at one's skin when they ventured outside before the first rays of dawn had managed to touch the in-darkness-covered plains of Earthland. Okay, perhaps she'd lied about that part. Kenna did in fact enjoy the early mornings because of that; of the calmth they radiated. Few people were awake during it as well, which was a blessing for the Ace. She didn't quite like the large crowds that usually made Ace of Spades' streets bustling and vibrant. The other reason was that she just disliked getting up early. She was no early bird, enjoying the warmth of her bed above many things. Yet today, she'd been on her way far too early.
Perched between her arms were a rather significant stack of paperwork, a few binders and a handful of magical tools to ease out the calculating of financial algorithms for those without letter magic. The white-haired mage had slightly forgotten to implement these files into the upcoming report deadline she needed to send to the government, along with some other documents she'd left behind in the Red Dragon Inn. Having been left in charge of their financial state had left Kenna busy, but she at least wanted to thank Will for all the effort he'd done to house the guild when the castle had fallen. In the demoness' eyes she owed it to him. So screwing up by not including the documents wasn't quite how she wished to repay him for it. And thus she'd found herself having gathered all her things, leaving the comfort of her room in the guild to focus on her work at the inn itself.
She nearly stormed into the tavern, clenching her hands around the documents to make sure the wouldn't fall and headed over to the bar, hastily conveying that she was in dire need of certain things. The woman seemed to nod and rushed off to get the things Kenna requested, allowing the demoness to walk over to the nearest table and dropping all her things on top of it. A sigh escaped her body as she stared at the pile of paper and started organising them in neat stacks until Marceline returned, handing her another binder. Kenna nodded and thanked her, catching her gaze going beyond her. Kenna stopped and turned her head, realising she hadn't been alone in the tavern so early in the morning. At a table closer to the fire sat Victoria with a man she was only seeing for the first time now... or... No, the man did look familiar. She had seen him before, during the party for her younger sister Mia. She would've been of bad memory to forget about someone with his type of appearance. Both seemed busy with their conversation so the mage didn't want to interrupt them, yet being torn between not greeting them and possibly being considered impolite, or to interrupt them by greeting them, the latter seemed more favorable. She left her paperwork behind for a short moment and headed over to the table the twosome were seated at. She waited for a short break inbetween their words before she started speaking. "Good morning Victoria, sir. I'm sorry to interrupt your conversation, but I couldn't help but wonder... are you by any chance Zachariah?" The demoness asked carefully, but quickly added an introduction to it. "Ah, forgive my rudeness, Kenna Terrynhain. I believe we met briefly at the Liu party back in Sakuramori?" she said, extending a hand to the prism-haired male.