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[@PaulHaynek],[@Rune_Alchemist]
Magnus listened attentively to Arletta's account, though he still felt a little saddened by the lack of any news of the other two. Keeping his chin up though, Magnus put on a smile for her, since...well, he didn't want her to feel bummed out after just getting back. Once she went to leave and asked if he had things under control, Magnus gave her a thumbs up, steam venting out his nose. [color=FF5353][b]"No worries! I promise nobody'll break anything in the guild...w-well, except if they need to for the reconstructing and all, but nothing important. Good luck Arletta, I'm glad that your friend is doing good now."[/b][/color]

Magnus just watched her leave, getting back to watching over the dwarves working from his seat as one of them came to sit beside him. A bit taken aback by the question of "pretty ones", Magnus had a feeling that he meant the girls. Scratching the back of his head, Magnus' cheeks flared red a bit. [color=FF5353][b]"W-Well, yeah...they all do look very...pretty."[/b][/color] he replied, taking a small sip of the ale and then hastily realizing that he hated alcohol and put it down, trying to hide the look of disgust on his face to not offend his dwarven conversation mate. It was...a little bit ironic how the dwarves were here, since he'd heard that normally they aren't so friendly to humans or monsters, depending on where they were from. And then, the familiar question was asked to Magnus of: "Why is he male?". Looking at the ale mug gripped in his hand, Magnus looked at his reflection a bit before saying: [color=FF5353][b]"Well...I really don't have a clue. I-I mean...I was just born, you know? Maybe I'm a one in a billion chance of happening, or maybe my parents did something special, but...I really don't know. Sorry."[/b][/color]
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[color=A9A9A9][center][h2]The Dragon's Dressmaker[/h2][/center]
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[@Eviledd1984]
[color=A9A9A9][b]"If you are indeed sent by a Mr. Bart, then yes, I am your employer."[/b][/color] the woman said, before stepping out of the mist to let Maria look at her. Her skin was nearly as pale as the mist itself, contrasted by her black hair, as well as the scales coating her arms and legs, covering them in the same black armoring her hands possessed. Connected to the sides of her arms were strange leathery membranes that seemed folded up...wings, perhaps? In addition to that, a long black reptilian tail swayed slightly in the breeze, ears that resembled a great horned owl's fanned up at the sides of her head and peering over her scalp. [color=A9A9A9][b]"I am Nephele Megalos the Third, and it is an honor to meet you."[/b][/color] she said, before offering Maria a respectful bow. Despite the presumably pride carried in being a "Anything the Third", she was dressed in literal rags, very much so looking like a beggar. If not for her rather cleanly groomed exterior, one could mistake her for a bum entirely. Not missing a beat, the woman said: [color=A9A9A9][b]"You are naturally free to refuse my job if you so choose...but I would hate for you to have wasted your time. If you wish, before I ask you to work, we can dine at my home. It must have been quite a long walk."[/b][/color]

Nephele seemed rather strange, given that it wasn't really clear on what she was, what she was doing here, or what she even wanted done...but one could assume that she bore no ill will to Maria, given how willing she was to step out of the fog. [color=A9A9A9][b]"Please do make your choice soon though...if I'm to be stuck in rags here still, I'd rather it be in my home. The Fog will not last long if I don't sustain it."[/b][/color]