Yukito Nanaya
Demon Slayer
Yukito strode through the lodge's front door without any degree of fanfare, carrying the smell of smoked tobacco with him and small golden serpentine dragon sleeping on around the back of his neck. He made his way to the bar with no concern or rush, as though it was just another day going to his favorite tavern after a long day of work. The slayer took a seat, and with only a simple gesture, ordered himself a mug of beer.
As he waited for the hobgoblin bartender to get his drink, Yukito reached into his vest pocket and pulled out a slim, finely detailed metal case. Opening it revealed several hand-rolled cigarettes. He began to pull one out, but Blackmoon's arrival with his beer and a very stern look forced him to snap the case closed with a sigh.
It wasn't like Yukito got anything out of smoking. Or even drinking. He didn't need food or water anymore, and was immune to the effects of alcohol and drugs - the result of his continuous training of his ki. But old habits die hard, as there was something comforting about having a smoke, or the taste of a cold beer after a long journey. His goddess didn't seem to care much, either, so Yukito opted to enjoy the small things regardless.
He overheard the gnoll speaking a few seats down about the call to all the big hitters. The slayer had seen him, as well as the other top hunters that had appeared. "Now this is certainly a collection of characters. I knew the master called for many big hitters, but some have literally come out of the woodwork for this." Yuki gestured to the ghost floating around before taking a sip of his beer. "This must be pretty serious. Figured only a small team would be rounded up and sent in to investigate. Unless Steelstaff is looking to start a war against the beholders." A smirk grew on his face.