This was getting uncomfortable. 

Pridopus could [i]swear[/i] that they could feel the guard closest to them brush up slightly against their cloak, and they blanched. What if one of the guards saw them grab for their mace? It would be purely subconscious, of course - they'd never hurt an innocent child, even without guards! Oh, god. They'd be done for, never to return to their home planet. 

...God, this sucked.

But the girl was still speaking, tone as upbeat as ever, and upon looking up from their octornapie Pridopus noticed that she was holding out her hand. Presumably for them to shake. Hesitantly, afraid of what might happen to them if they refused, Pridopus shook the tiny thing, holding it like it were an incredibly ripe tomato that was liable to implode at any given moment. 

Lord and savior, was what the guard said. Hm. This little girl - what was her name, Send or something? - looked barely old enough to reach the barstool, let alone be anyone's "lord and savior". But not the most bizarre thing Pridopus had seen here, not by a long shot. 

And she seemed friendly if nothing else.

Letting her hand go, Pridopus gently set their own hand down on the table between them. [color=a187be]"Ah...hello, there. I don't believe we were much of...anywhere, really."[/color] And then they added, hesitantly, [color=a187be]"I like your robes. They're very...flowy."[/color]

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[b]STARVING[/b]
Location: The bar in the Restaurant at the End of the Universe
Interacting with: Sen ([@Man Jack Frost])
Inventory: Morningstar (in pouch, attached to belt)
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