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[@PaulHaynek],[@Silver Carrot]
It took Magnus little time to get used to the new interior and exterior, thankfully able to stand tall and proud with the higher ceiling...ahhh, horn room. The cornerstone of a happy Minotaur home. He'd forgotten how short everyone looked inside, given that he'd had to hunch until now. A broad smile was plastered on his face, a tinge of red dashing his cheeks before he left to go hunting, frankly embarrassed to be happy about something so small. Even the doors were easy to get out of; Although he still had to tip his head down, it was at least wide enough that he didn't need to scrunch up his shoulders to get through. 

Stepping out from the thick woods, Magnus saw that Bart and Eilidh were there, the latter seeming to have arrived while he was out. Jogging back over, two boars already bleed dry over the course of a few hours tied together at the hooves and held in one hand, his cleaned axe in the other. Having worn his helmet in case of a head injury, or a stray branch smacking him in the eye, Magnus must have looked like quite the barbarian. Especially since he wasn't wearing a shirt. Noticing her approaching, Magnus couldn't help but feel that, much like Bast, there was something intrinsically different about her...it was as if the air itself around her was illuminated. Maybe it was just her hair in the moonlight, but she seemed to almost shine. Regardless, he just approached excitedly. [color=FF5353][b]"Hey Bart, I caught us something extra for dinner, two boars and a pheasant!"[/b][/color] Magnus said, pulling a pheasant from a bag that had been slung over his back, already de-feathered. It seemed that Magnus really wanted to help in celebrating the new renovations. 

Suddenly thinking about it, he realized that maybe some guild members would prefer vegetables instead, and said: [color=FF5353][b]"I-I can go get us some wild fruits if this isn't enough for everyone..."[/b][/color] he said, not sure what Centaurs, Viera, and Mothpeople ate.
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The flight wouldn't take too long for Marie, however she would notice that there was no fog in the town at all, the thickened walls of air stuck fast solely to the perimeter and outward. She would also notice that the people there were all human, and all looked at her in disbelief. It didn't seem to be a look of hatred, persay, but...rather utter disbelief. As if she were a walking contradiction coming through town. 

Regardless, the townsfolk would just watch where she came from and not her as she flew over to the shop, standing as a somewhat older building amongst the others that had apparently been renovated, with a sign out front exactly as Nephele described. Stepping inside, a [url=https://i.imgur.com/p3JMEfT.jpg]silver haired young man[/url] was at work patching up a soft pink dress, looking like it'd suit a young girl very well. [color=E0FFFF][b]"Martha, I keep telling you, I have a backlog, everybody's stuff gets fixed in tu- Oh. Uh...hello there. You uh...aren't from around here, are you?"[/b] [/color]he said, knowing right away that Maria wasn't native to the area.[color=E0FFFF] [b]"...Ah well, its happened before. Grandpa told me stories that people can come and go through the fog sometimes, but...never saw one before. So, stranger, what can I do for you? Need something more...covering?"[/b][/color] he asked, clearly sneaking a glance at her chest. 

The shop's windows were surrounded with wooden mannequins dressed in outfits that one could presume he made, including the very same outfit that Nephele had shown her in that catalog. This job seemed to be nearly done...but...the question of why an outsider being here was such an odd thing was a question that could be asked. Then again, that didn't matter much in terms of getting paid.