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Pridopus was absolutely terrified.

It had taken them a moment to truly take in not only the amount of people in this building but the [i]diversity[/i]; from mechanical spirit-creatures that clicked and whirred with clockwork parts to blobby dragon-shaped creatures producing slurred speech as it downed another odd-colored beverage. Well, if nothing else everyone looked...nonthreatening. 

Their hand left their pouch.

Pridopus walked the rest of the way inside and began the slow stride to the bar. They...honestly had no clue who to ask for something to eat, but if nothing else maybe they could down something fruity enough to fill their stomach for now. The clockwork creature was shaking the hand of the plain man, and Pridopus didn't want to make things awkward by interrupting. After all, if things got nasty than two against one would be absolutely terrifying on a floating rock-island.

What about that self-possessed lady, the one who'd been speaking just now? Pridopus was rather drawn to the calming blue of her clothing.

They walked up to her, head cast down, and, in a voice muffled heavily by the cloth over their face, asked,

[color=a187be]"Uh...pardon me, madam...?"[/color]