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[color=ADEF0A]“Welcome, welcome!”[/color] Anu shouted across the room at Kira as the rest of the inn, Nerile included, gave the swordswoman odd looks for a few moments until she reached the Last Genesis table. A few whispers, [b]“Who the fuck?”[/b] and [b]“Damn game got another one.”[/b], ran through the small crowd but disappeared quickly in the general din of people mourning and celebrating. 

Willow, on the other hand, drank deeply from the tankard she ordered and slammed it down with a pleased sigh. It wasn’t bad, obviously a bit weak, but it would do. She dug into her stew, the stress of the day driving her to eat. As Kira announced her approached, she sighed internally at who was proclaiming. She [i]really[/i] hoped it was Kira but apparently the alter ego had made her appearance. Another headache but one she’d gladly suffer a thousand times over right now. At least Kira was still here.

[color=f7976a]“But for now, you’re stuck in a mortal form and that form still needs rest and nourishment.”[/color] Willow gently reminded the girl. She’d dealt with the [i]“demoness”[/i] before and this sounded like she was ready to charge off on the next adventure. [color=f7976a] “Cece found the guild hall where quest info and such is. Maybe you should do some reconnaissance, make a plan for tomorrow, and then come back for rest so that weak shell doesn’t give out trying to contain your power for too long.”[/color]

The red player at the bar pushed away once he drained his drink and made his way upstairs as quickly as possible. A few people muttered, talking about reporting him to the Council. Another NPC, Drash, made his way from the back and took over for Nerile, who immediately slipped into the back after a sharp nod and a muted whisper.

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The man at the desk, tagged Aluet, looked up at Cecilia’s question, his fountain pen hovering over a long page in foreigh script. He gave her a quizzical look over the rim of his glasses.

[color=mediumspringgreen]“I take it you’re new to the island. The Guild Hall is staffed from 6am to 11pm daily but is always open to travellers in need of respite.”[/color] Aleut explained seriously but he smiled slightly with his next question. [color=mediumspringgreen]“Welcome to the Foglands, Madam. How can we be of assistance tonight?”[/color]

Next to Aluet, a woman named Adsilah, recoiled slightly as Prome made his demand. Visible only to Prome, his dashboard opened automatically and displayed a series of Open Quests with one suddenly turning bold.

[Center][pre]Quest information Request
Hidden Knowledge: Subclass
See Warrior Dracion or Shaman Rania for information on Subclasses[/pre][/center]

Someone cleared their throat from behind Prome and Cecelia. Dracion, a hand held on Rania’s shoulder clearly restraining her from [i]intervening[/i], stared at Prome with an evaluating glare.

[color=Dodgerblue]“What’s all this hollering about, boy?”[/color] The man demanded, his voice deep and gravelly. [color=Dodgerblue] “You may be new here to the Foglands but you’d best learn quick we don’t care for bothrian bothering our people. Plus, I don’t think I much like this talk of destruction on this island.”[/color]