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[h3][color=c17913][i]Caeleo[/i][/color][/h3]
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[b]Location:[/b] [i]About to arrive in Lothair[/i]
[b]Notes:[/b] [i]Talking with everyone[/i]
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[url=https://puu.sh/yLDeh/140bf878ac.png]Metallic, mechanically intricate.[/url] As tall as a large Naga.
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As the orcs approached Caeleo, he realized he could smell. It wasn’t a sensation he was familiar with from his life in The Sky, and the stench of shit and sweat made him wish it had stayed that way. He was completely caught off guard when one of them began speaking to their horses in the Primal tongue. Caeleo did a quick translation in his head:

“Hey girl, journey’s almost over. Here, have a snack.” He pulled an apple out of a large pouch on his belt. “Ogren give you strength.”

It wasn’t often you heard people speak in Primal tongue. It was fabled to be the language of the gods, which wasn’t terribly far off from the truth. Certain magic users were able to communicate with animals using it, but nobody else, not even other Primal speakers, could understand it. Caeleo just found out he was the exception. He was glad he could give them a proper introduction: 

[color=c17913]“Greetings, sons of Ogren.”[/color]

The smell of whatever paper the smaller one handed him hit him full force. It was covered in a mix of dirt, trash, and feces, but still barely legible. The Ogres slowly continued their walk past them as he held it out to look at it. The others peered over his shoulder. 

[color=fff200]“A kidnapper of Fae?!”[/color] The fairy was terror stricken, but Igneous wasn’t sure why.

[color=e0115f]“Why would someone want to kidnap a Fae? Golems make better labor, and brothels run wild in ports, right?”[/color]

[color=40ceb6]“Their wings,”[/color] Ivory replied, [color=40ceb6]“They make a drug called ‘Pixie dust’ by grinding them up.”[/color]

[color=e0115f]“Well why did they give us that poster if they were being paid to take them down?”[/color]

The group collectively gave Igneous a confused look. [color=c17913]“How do you know that?”[/color]

[color=e0115f]“I heard them. You didn’t?”[/color]

[color=c17913]“Your creators must have given you good ears. Maybe you can hear the Lothair market from here?”[/color]
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The port city Lothair was the melting pot of Y’vera. It was close to nearly every major faction, with the Fae to the east, Ocan and Ogren to the northwest, Delteria to the south, and Syren’s Isles to the west. On most days, humans were outnumbered by every other race. The Lothairian Strip, built up around the Delthair river running through the city’s core, was brimming with oddities and exotic items from all around the world. They were at its entrance, looking up at the tall architecture that made The Strip seem imposing and claustrophobic. A bit of Delteria’s stonebrick architecture was present, but was overshadowed by Fae crystalline structures, Naga woodwork, and large metallic Ogric pieces. People were bustling between buildings and stalls on bridges and walkways suspended far above the rivers. Some sellers even set up shop on the river itself, floating down the river serving delicacies to the many residents of Lothair. 

[color=c17913]“I’ll get us a boat. We’re ahead of the rest, so we can take a small vessel by ourselves.”[/color]

Just then, the ground shook, and a large boom hit them like a shockwave. Items fell from shelves and plates of food fell from the walkways into the river below. Igneous covered the sides of his head where his ears would be, obviously in pain. 

[color=c17913]“We better hurry.”[/color]