[h3][center][color=ed1c24]Vară Riemsianne[/color][/center][/h3]

[@PaulHaynek] [@Lmpkio]

The rays of the morning sun beamed down on Vară's face as she slept, she awoke in a stupor, not having much bearing of what had transpired last night. The rays of light shining through the window were rather refreshing for the fire demon, she let out a large yawn as she stretched her arms. Having fully awoken, Vară stared around the room for a moment, confused at her surroundings. 

[color=ed1c24]"What is this room, what am I doing here? The overwhelming pink doesn't really suit my tastes..."[/color] Vară's thoughts paused for a moment as she noticed that she wasn't wearing any clothes. Likewise, she noticed the naked body of Neil sleeping next to her, and an also a naked Titanica puking in a trash can. It didn't take long for her to piece two and two together; it when off like a loud tick in her head. 

[color=ed1c24]"Gaaaah!! You two, and me?! You mean, last night, we did...we did THAT?! Oh God, oh God, oh GOD!!!"[/color] Vară was becoming borderline hysterical as she continued. [color=ed1c24]"This...this has to be some kind of bad dream..."[/color] The heiress of the Riemsianne name, deflowered in a three-way with a painfully average boy and some weird lizard lady. Needless to say, this is not how the young fire demon pictured her first time going...

Having only just noticed Gina in the room, only her last sentence fell on Vară's ears. 

[color=ed1c24]"You there! Fetch me some new clothes this instant!! And direct me to the nearest shower, I have to wash the shame away!"[/color]

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[h3][center][color=6ecff6]Nagare[/color][/center][/h3]

[@PaulHaynek] [@13org] [@Restalaan]

Nagare listened intently as Freyr when into great detail about the specifics of his kind. How the Spell Weavers hid the forest cities using illusions created by natural magic, or how the Vieran population is mostly female. Though she wondered why the males and females live in different villages, one particular statement of Freyr's caused the ice dragon to ask a question out of concern. 

[color=6ecff6]"Mr. Freyr, um, if you don't mind me asking this - you said that Vieran who leave the forest are Vieran no longer. Does that mean that your kinsmen no longer consider you to be one of their kind?"[/color] Nagare began to wonder how her elders and fellow clansmen felt about her at this point, having left her mountain village against their will. 

Having arrived back at the guild, Nagare decided to turn in for the evening. [color=6ecff6]"Good night, everyone. Mr. Stonclub, Mr. Freyr, thank you for allowing me to join you in today's quest. I hope to work with you again sometime!"[/color]

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The next day Nagare made her way downstairs for the meeting. It seemed that only the quest her team underwent yielded any revenue from yesterday. And only 100 G no less... While Nagare's grasp on human currency wasn't as sound as she would like, it was obvious that it wasn't enough for repairs...

[color=6ecff6]I'm sorry our quest didn't yield much reward. If you all would like, I could try filling the hole with a wall of ice."[/color] Said the dragon while scratching her cheek with her index finger. 

Perhaps this day's quests would work out better, she thought. Looking around at the quests, Nagare also noticed a few new faces in the guild. She then turned her attention to Freyr, who seemed to desire to take the request "The Great Escape." After hearing several people mention them, Nagare began to wonder what Varjo was. 

[color=6ecff6]"Mr. Freyr, who are these Varjans that everyone keeps talking about? Also, if you plan on taking this quest, may I accompany you as well?"[/color]