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[color=1BEFF2]Time: 7 pm
Location: River Port-Tipsy Tavern
Mentions: Arn [@Omni5876], Rue[@Potter]
Equipment: 1 hunting knife, a flask of alcohol, a backpack, small tent, blanket, waterskin, rope, fire starting kit, lightmaker, cooking pot, a bar of soap, some drugs; skaula (8 grams) and zemak (1 ounce), rolling papers, and 31 amas. (2 amas subtracted for cheap wine) [/color]
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[color=B3E3E4]Bowyn was alone again, and something about that felt right. Not because he liked being alone but it was familiar and that made it comfortable. He was used to it, he knew what to expect and how to get by. He wasn’t used to strange companions with secrets he could barely wrap his head around and whose motives couldn’t be trusted. And he wasn’t used to his head being full of worry for an old friend who trusted too easily. 

Bowyn walked around the seaside port until his feet brought him to where they always, inevitably, brought him; a tavern. This one was called The Tipsy Tavern, and the air inside was stale and heavy with the scent of alcohol. Surrounded by unfamiliar faces that paid him little attention, in a tavern that had seen better days, Bowyn felt more at ease. He ordered cheap wine and waited for it, and for the familiar numbness, it could eventually bring. The alcohol made everything more bearable, softened the world's sharp and jagged edges until everything was blurred and fuzzy.

Cheap wine clawed its way down his throat, unsettling his empty stomach. It wasn’t a good drink and it wasn’t strong enough to wash away his thoughts. But Bowyn drank it anyway and gestured for another one. It only sharpened his focus on everything he didn’t want to think about. 

He didn't like the feeling of guilt that tore at his gut as his mind fixated on all the times he’d noticed Arn look at Rue with a twinkle in his eye. At the time he thought it was because Arn had a crush. That had made sense; dwarves had keen eyes, known to appreciate things rare and beautiful just like the stones and metals they dug from the earth. What if it wasn’t that? What if the twinkle in the dwarf’s eye was greed? It made more sense the more he thought about it; a talented winter fairy was worth a whole lot more than a couple of meals and a ticket on a Helius. No wonder that Arn had so quickly offered to pay for anything, he was probably thinking of all the profit he would get on the black market. Greed motivating false kindness made so much more sense to Bowyn than anything genuine. 

And that was where the guilt came from, because what if he was right. He’d left Rue all alone with Arn. There were a lot of things Bowyn could live with, but letting something happen to Rue wasn’t one of them. And Rue had already made up her mind about sticking with Arn, Bowyn knew there was no changing that. So he had to stay with them, to keep a close eye on Arn and watch out for Rue.  Bowyn let out a sigh and pried himself away from the bar and back out into the streets of River Port and towards the inn, he had recently left. He doubted it would be difficult to find them again; a fairy, dwarf, and wolf trio weren't exactly a normal sight anywhere in Avalia and they'd stick out enough.[/color]

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[color=1BC617]Time: 7 pm, Soller
Location: Outside The Nest
Interactions: Nabarra [@nasty], Yuka [@princess], Aiko [@CitrusArms]
Equipment: Sword, bow and arrows, small knife, wayfinder, fire kit, a pouch with 117 amas[/color]
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[color=B7E3B6]Orias stared back at Yuka, an uncomfortable silence growing between them as the demihuman studied him. For a brief second, he wondered if she’d recognized him, but demihuman’s didn’t have the memories elves had. He was also not his sisters; no list of grand accomplishments to ensure a lasting legacy, Orias was more easily forgotten. When she finally spoke he gave a small smile and nodded. Yuka was making sure he wasn’t a dark elf too. With great effort, he conjured a small orb of light into his palm that flickered until the dull light quickly died out again. A disappointing show of magic but enough to prove him a light elf at least. 

[color=1BC617]“Not a dark elf. And I wouldn’t exactly call it a lie, more like a stretch of the truth. Our races are related and I trust Nabarra enough to call her an alley. I’d go into battle with her and that’s about as close to kin as I have these days.”[/color] He kept his reply short, not exactly wanting to add that he’d really only known the other elf for a couple of hours longer than he had Yuka and Aiko. 

Aiko, who had left to go downstairs to search for anything of use to help Nabarra returned empty-handed and looked a lot different from when they left. The fox demihuman that reentered the room was dressed the same and looked similar enough to the male fox that had left that he might’ve guessed Aiko had a twin sister. But the truth was stranger because Yuka was right and that definitely was Aiko.

[color=1BC617]“You’re not really an ordinary fox demi are you?”[/color] He said, studying the strange magical being in front of them. But Aiko hadn’t found anything or anyone downstairs that could help and Nabarra was still out cold. If she wasn’t awake, he wasn’t sure the healing potion was going to help. Pouring it down an unconscious elf’s throat and hoping she didn’t choke really didn’t seem like the best plan. 

[color=1BC617]“And I’d love to hear all about what you are but right now I don’t think shapeshifting is going to wake Nabarra up.”[/color] He added as he snapped his fingers loudly in front of Nabarra’s face, each snap accompanied by a small but bright flash of light at the ends of his fingers, hoping maybe the other elf would return to consciousness. [/color]