With a loud protest from his stomach for some sustenance, it took Ningyu a long time to work up the nerve to do as he seen other do; go to the man behind the counter and request some food. But this was the first time he had left his forest in the Lightning Country, seemingly ready to explore the world. Instead of rotting away in the same spot, watching at plants grow.
Inside the Inn, the short man, maneuvered his way through the crowd of people, his head shoulder height to most. They all gave him a strange look. Most likely because of the peculiar mask he wore. But there was no way in the underworld that he was taking it off. He would rather the curious looks over the disgusted looks, he imagined people would give him, if they seen his face.
Ningyu pressed his chest against the bar and rested his hands on the edge. He stood there, silently and patiently waiting to be served. He was completely oblivious to how this transaction worked, only read about it in books. Trading food and services for Ryo, a form of currency, that Ningyu never actually seen, let alone owned, before. So of course he was broke, but he was still willing to try and get some scraps at least. Just to quell his stomach.
The man behind the bar absently stepped in front of Ningyu, twisting a rag around and inside of a mug. "What can I do for y-" The steward's words were cut off as he looked up and actually got a look at his patron and a mixture of emotions played across his face, before he composed himself, and smiled. "Sorry about that. I was caught off guard with your mask. What can I get for you?" He asked. His tone and demeanor welcoming.
The Steward had to ask Ningyu to repeat himself a few times, before the young man could shake the nerves and gain control over the volume of his voice. "Can I get some food?" He asked, in a louder tone than he was ever used to, his mask muffling his voice, as he tried to speak over the crowd. "Anything specific you want to eat, kid? Food is kind of a vast answer" The steward chuckled.
"Uh. I'm not really sure. I'll take anything." Ningyu stated sheepishly. He honestly wasn't sure what they served or what he was really for. He just needed food
The steward paused for a moment, staring at Ningyu. It seemed like he was trying to read his mind or figure out what kind of food he preferred. He finally smiled "Alrighty. I'll make something easy, like a roast beef sandwich. But...Hm..." He paused again, eyeing Ningyu again, trying to find the words without being offensive. "I'd hate to ask, but do you have the Ryo to pay?" He asked with a somber tone. "No." Ningyu said, his mask dipping low as he lowered his head in defeat. "I'm sorry, kid. I wish I could help you but I can't afford to just give food away. I hope you understand" The steward said regrettably, walking away before Ningyu could beg any further.
Ningyu didn't say a word, just stepped away from the bar, his shoulders slumped, and stomach growling even louder. He walked through the Inn, clutching his stomach, trying to stop the rumbling, but to no avail. He paused at an empty table that had a plate of the same roast beef sandwich the steward was offering to make him, but it looked like someone had taken a few bites out of it. At this point, he was desperate and didn't care. He even grabbed the mug of the foamy liquid in a mug.
"Hey, you little shit! That's my food!" A man roared from across the room. Ningyu paused with the sandwich in his mouth. His eyes bulged once he seen the man pushing through the crowd at a hurried pace. And he didn't look happy. Ningyu hunched over and began crawling on the floor, navigating through an abundance of legs, trying to escape. He crawled under a table that had a girl arguing with another man about something he couldn't quite comprehend, but he bumped her leg with his shoulder, along the way. He was a ragged black blur, though.
Not really knowing where he was going, Ningyu managed to slip under the blind man and the man with fire hair. At least that's what it looked like to him. The angry man pausing several feet away, twisting his head around in each direction, trying to locate Ningyul. Once he caught sight of him, hiding under a table, he barreled for that very table. Stopping short, though, when he noticed the two men sitting there, one man with a wrap around his eyes and another larger man with feiry orange hair. He stared at them, but Ningyu still pushed himself backwards, right into Tamashi's shins.