[center][h3][color=008bbf]Roa[/color][/h3][/center]

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	Even from the docks, Roa could hear someone yelling in a panic. [i][color=008bbf]Definitely not a festival today then.[/color][/i] she thought with a worried frown. It was only one voice amidst the silence which was still incredibly concerning. Usually there would be more activity this late in the morning. With a kick she pushed herself towards her boathouse-turned-workshop, slipping under the water to surface inside. She quickly made her way up the steps, flicking open the wardrobe in the corner of the singular room. Quickly changing into her town clothes, she couldn't help from muttering in agitation as she struggled to get it to fit properly without a strap of fabric resting on her gills.

	glancing around to make sure everything that mattered was safely locked away, she unlocked her workshop's door and walked out into the sunlight. The surface always seemed to be just slightly too hot, or too dry, and today was no exception. quickly making her way across the dock and onto dry land, Roa kept her pace and quickly detoured from the road to the town square as she looked for the source of the yelling earlier. zig-zagging between several homes and shops, she finally came upon a duo of townsfolk, one standing over another sprawled out by a street lamp. She sighed quietly. [i][color=008bbf]That didn't sound like Gunner carousing earlier, but you never know.[/color][/i] Then she overheard their conversation. Stepping out around the corner she cautiously approached the two.

	"[color=008bbf]What this about dragons in Lorenstad? Mr. Admoss, right? Gunner didn't hasn't done anything to you, has he?[/color]" Roa gave a sour side-glance to Gunner. [i][color=008bbf]Am I still mad about that silver anklet with the inlaid ruby?[/color][/i] She could feel her pulse quicken as the memory of that ordeal came back. [i][color=008bbf]Oh yeah, definitely still mad.[/color][/i] She offered a hand to Rudolph.