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[h3][color=c17913][i]Caeleo[/i][/color][/h3]
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[b]Location:[/b] [i]At the inn[/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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Caeleo and Sapphira were fighting their way to the docks through crowds of people moving every direction. Everyone had agreed to meeting in a couple hours, but he wanted to make sure a boat was ready before then. The people of Lothair weren’t perturbed in the slightest by the earthquake. They kept moving and selling and buying as they were moments earlier, as if it was just a minor disturbance. They quakes must be more regular here. 

“That’ll be fifty graal.” The harbormaster was writing Caeleo’s name in on a sheet of paper

[color=c17913]“Alright. Sapphira…?”[/color] He trailed off as he looked around for the Fae. She must have wandered off in The Delthair Strip when something nice caught her eye. And ofcourse he had given her the wallet to carry since he had no clothing to speak of. If his observations of other Tarver natives were anything to go by, she’d probably spend every last cent. He turned back to face the harbormaster.

[color=c17913]“My Fae is missing. She had my wallet.”[/color]

“Like I haven’t heard that one before. Let me guess, you want me to spot you the 50 graal and she’ll be back to give it to me?”

Caeleo gave the man a confused look. He was puzzled by his apparent generosity. [color=c17913]“That’s perfect. Thankyou. If you see her before I do, tell her we’re at the inn.”[/color] 

And so Caeleo went to the inn nearby and waited for his friends. [i][color=c17913]Could I call them friends, yet?[/color][/i] He thought to himself.