[color=9e0b0f][h1]Eslea[/h1][/color]

The pleasant scent of honeysuckle filled Eslea's lungs, sending a tingling sensation down her spine. She was reminded of her old time at the orphanage with Sister Akilah and Brother Markus. She grimaced to herself and pushed away the memory, the sweet moment turning to ash as the bird perched on the...[i]thing's[/i] ([@Whimsley]) shoulder cawed and creaked at her. It set an uneasy feeling in her stomach, as if it knew something about her. 

Everybody else in the room seemed affected by it as well, except they all received it differently. Eslea rose from her seat, clutching the hilt of her sword [i]Ryder[/i]. Her boots clinked across the floor as she approached the thing as it stood near the bar. 

Eslea stretched out her unoccupied hand, gauntlet still on. She gave no smile, and no kindness on her face. 

"Welcome to the bunch of weary travelers," she stated in monotone. She would have to keep an eye on this creature; it's nature was unknown and possibly harmful.

[color=0072bc][h1]Katerina[/h1][/color]

The aroma of spices brought Katerina back home in a flashback. She can see her father's face and her little brother, Myca, dancing around in the garden while she forges for the last bits of herbs for the season. 

Katerina pushed the image down, trying to shake off the smell of her childhood. The creature approached, its eyes squinting from behind the mask. The bird on its shoulder hawked at a warrior woman nearby. She watched with curiosity as the warrior offered a hand to the thing, her brow sweating. Her lips were pursed and eyebrows knit. She had nothing less of a frown on her lips. 

Katerina was startled from the odd sight as more travelers arrived, especially the orc ([@The One]) busting through the door. 

She didn't know much about orc culture, but she sure found his boldness hilarious. 

She laughed softly to herself and called out to the orc. "Come, dine by me! You seem like a fine fellow to be in company with. I am Katerina."