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The world was such a strange place. Despite the twenty years she spent growing up in it, Heather was taken by surprise when she saw with her own eyes what was beyond the Toy Department. Beyond the vents. She had thought her home was big, but compared to lands she managed to traverse to reach this tavern, her home felt so small. So many places, so little time. This must've been why Age'B'Gone had been so obsessed over; It'd take multiple lifetimes to explore this place, if you managed to survive that long. Yet, some preferred to just stay at the Fortress, doing the same thing, day in day out... Was living truly that necessary for them? Maybe they were just scared of what came next?

What they thought didn't really matter at this point. She was out here, wherever the hell that truly was. She unadmittedly wasn't the best navigator; But nothing here tried killing her, which was a good enough sign that this tavern was a safe enough haven to take a break. She wasn't exactly sure how long she had been out here: A few days? A week? Didn't matter, it was pretty fucking terrifying. so many startling things, so much space. Was she repeating her thoughts?

Feet pressed against the makeshift stool she was on top of, Heather was in a crouched position at the bar, head resting in one palm, as her elbow rested on her knee. Occasionally twitching, the girl was constantly looking back at the other patrons; A disturbed expression on her face. It wasn't until the sound of plastic hitting the bar's surface caught her attention did she momentarily stop to focus on what was ahead of her.

[b]"Grape, jus' as you requested, little one."[/b] The man behind the bar said, voice deep and tone plain.

[color=ed1c24]"Uh-huh."[/color] Heather responded, grabbing the plastic bottle before her; A purple liquid rested inside, but it had an odd tint to it. Disregarding it, the girl chugged it down without much thought, not ceasing until the bottle was empty, to which she put the bottle down and wiped her face, noting, [color=ed1c24]"Kind of tangy. What's up with that?"[/color]

[b]"Bit o' piss does that."[/b] The man behind the bar replied, taking the bottle. Despite his words, Heather didn't seem exactly concerned with the whole piss comment. Honestly it tasted pretty good! Maybe that was the grape flavor proving it's might against all other flavors? That, or she just had no taste at all. That was probably more accurate considering a majority of her life was spent chewing on random crap laying around. Her personal favorite was construction paper.

Disregarding that, Heather slapped herself in the face. The Baseball Batman-dressed girl hopped off her seat, taking a moment to stretch and work up her nerves. While she was terrified that one of these patrons would reach out and shank her, she had to figure out something to do: So far this trip was looking fruitless, despite it just beginning. Thankfully that poster had caught her attention; And now that she was quite possibly actually filled with piss and vinegar, it was time to take action.

The multi-colored melted block sword at her side swayed a little in it's sheath; A modified cowboy gun holster that held it fairly well. She had began walking towards a man; Not one of those young boy or teenage hotties she was used to; Instead, this was one of those 'Adults'. Similar to the elders. She wasn't sure how old he was, but given his clothing it was difficult to make him out well. The poster made him sound pretty badass, though. What better place to start than here? Some old man in a hood and cloak sounded like one of the legendary "Campaigns" From the texts. Maybe this was fate? Was this man a blessing from the teachings that'd send her on an epic quest?

God, she hoped so.

climbing into a nearby seat in a similar fashion as to how she had before, she rested her elbows on the table, and her head on two clenched fists. A young curious gaze was what the man was presented with; And she was presented with a glance that made her feel like she was the opposite of what the man was really looking for... Being a young, inexperienced gal probably didn't make much of an appearance for an adventurer. She wondered if the Dorfs before her felt this troubled. 

[color=ed1c24]"You're that old fart from the poster, right?"[/color] She questioned, pitch fairly high and voice surprisingly lacking sarcasm. She seemed to think that 'Old Fart' was a proper greeting for an adult; She called her parents that all the time, after all.

The man seemed to look at her as if she had just kicked his dog off of one of the shelves straight into the maul of an 8 foot tall lizard or something. Old people didn't like being called old? That was new. He seemed momentarily taken aback by the comment, so she simply continued, figuring he'd catch up when his old brain allowed him to do so.

[color=ed1c24]"That look pretty much says it all."[/color] She added, considering it a confirmation that he was the guy she was looking for. A small smile crossed her face, the young woman seemingly amused. [color=ed1c24]"I'm in the market for some fame and glory. You're still looking, right?"[/color]

Lewis just glared at this young child who waddled her ass over here and called him an "old fart". He knew he wasn't the youngest man in the Wal but dammit he was still in his primes! Maybe it was the beard or something but he just let a low growl escape his throat. Once he swallowed some of his pride however, the fact that said child was a dorf dawned on him. No one would actually let their child come into this place unless they were truly terrible parents and then there was the issue of the toy-built "sword" that hung at her waist and the cobbled together shield.

"Yes missy, I'm still looking for companions." Lewis rolled his eyes under his hood, hiding some lingering annoyance, "I suggest you take a seat; you're the first one here and I ain't going out with only one person."

Deflating, Heather remained crouched on her seat, seeming to be disappointed she was the only one there. You mean nobody else had come over here yet?! She had spent like, an hour contemplating whether to do it or not... Maybe this guy was some sort of obvious bad luck she wasn't aware of. Oh well, she'd find out soon enough. Couldn't be worse than wandering by herself, right?

[color=ed1c24][sub]"Back to the waiting game..."[/sub][/color] She complained to herself, rocking a little out of the boredom that had already begun building up.

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