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[indent][indent][indent][color=gray][sub][right][color=92278f][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Laughing Worg -- The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria[/right][/sub][/color]
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This was…unideal. 

Not only were the denizens getting involved—shockingly more involved than she’d ever seen them able to get before—but the players weren’t making things any easier. One of the dungeoneers from the other day, bless his soul, was venting his frustrations in what could really only be described as an “unproductive” way. Another denizen, one of the snazzily-dressed matrons, settled him down, and Rael skulked away upstairs. 
[color=#2E2C2C][i]…[/i][/color]
In any other circumstance, she would have taken the cue to sit back and let things simmer down, but Seele wasn’t so sure anymore how long they’d have that luxury. It was plain enough to see that somehow the city and its inhabitants had changed seemingly overnight, and if tensions were this high in one tavern among people who, at least in her opinion, ought to have been able to see eye-to-eye, she couldn’t imagine how raucous things were going to get elsewhere in Thorinn.  

Mustering up some of that high-demand-low-supply resolve, Seele pursed her lips, smoothed out her robes, and made for the stairs. She bowed her head respectfully to the matron standing there, trusting that she looked about the furthest thing from a problem as could be, then went up. 

Rael was sat at a table alone, with her food and her notebook and a surprising calmness on her face. Or, well, she supposed not so surprising. Seele had meant to talk to the girl earlier, to thank her for her steadfastness in the dungeon, and the helping hand she’d leant to Kalie, and also to simply talk. Perhaps she’d waited too long, or perhaps she simply wasn’t interested. It didn’t matter much now.
[color=#2E2C2C][i]…[/i][/color]
[color=92278f]“Rael,”[/color] Seele said, approaching the table slowly. Calm though she looked, the last thing Seele wanted was that clenched fist swinging her way. [color=92278f]“I’m not here to yell, or argue. I’d just like to talk, if that’s alright with you.”[/color][/indent][/indent][/indent]