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[b][color=6A287E]Interacting with:[/color][/b] [color=B6B6B4]N/A[/color][/center]
[color=B6B6B4]The Quicksand looked to be quite the humble place from the outside. L'aruh noticed there were some loiterers lounging around on the outside, but they didn't seem to be drunk or looking for trouble. Nevertheless, the glances she got were less than friendly. It was interesting to see how apprehensive people could be around here. Were they like this to everyone, or was it only to people they never met before? L'aruh ran a hand through her hair, sighing. How was she even supposed to ask for help? Was she supposed to tell the whole story, or just some of it?

Carefully, she picked her way up the stairs to the doors. There seemed to be music playing inside. Did they have a live band or something? L'aruh stepped into the establishment after some deliberation, her eyes widening when she saw the absolute onslaught that was occurring. What was even going on? Swishing her tail nervously, she picked her way towards the front of the Quicksand. There was a tall man there, possibly a Hellsguard, with a strange woman perched upon his shoulders. They seemed just as off-put by everything that was happening around them. It was obvious she wasn't going to get anything done with the Quicksand in such a state of disarray. Sighing, L'aruh pulled out her tome and began to channel her aether.

[b][color=6A287E]"Zephyr,"[/color][/b] she summoned. Her Carbuncle appeared at her side in a subtle blaze of wonderful hue. [b][color=6A287E]"Settle things the best you can, please. I'd like to have something to eat before the end of the day..."[/color][/b]

Zephyr let out a little trill and leapt on top of a table. In a few instants, it was able to summon a gust of air that wouldn't seriously harm anyone, but would possibly stall their infighting.[/color]