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[color=1BEFF2]Time: Evening
Location: River Port
Interactions: Kaleb [@FunnyGuy]
Mentions: Arn [@Omni5876], Rue[@Potter], Eris[@Tae]
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 91 amas. [/color]

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[color=B3E3E4]Bowyn nodded, satisfied as he caught the uneasy look on Kaleb as the elf studied the wolf. It seemed the elf would be thinking twice before doing anything to upset Mooney and Bowyn liked that added sense of security. His ears caught distant shouting that echoed loud enough to be heard over the normal noise of the port town, coming from one of the nearby shops. The winter fae rolled his eyes at the continued lack of civility that ran rampant through the rest of Avalia. [color=1BEFF2][i]Wouldn’t find a scene like that back home.[/i][/color] He thought and Kaleb went on to suggest they grab a drink rather than search for Arn. Since they’d already run into Rue, Bowyn saw no need to argue. In fact, he and Kaleb seemed to be on the same page. 

[color=1BEFF2]“Ya know, you speak more sense than any elf I’ve met.”[/color] Bowyn said, more than a bit surprised but willing to hang around the flashy elf if it meant they were going drinking. Kaleb had mentioned earlier he was looking to party and once the elf had a few he’d be much easier to get information out of. Mainly why an elf had to travel to River Port to join an elf-led war. Certainly, the Sun Elf armies would be more than willing to take on new recruits, unless Kaleb thought himself a more valuable asset, useful to the princess herself. Was he one of those older than dirt elves who could summon humans at his whim? Hopefully, a few strong drinks could loosen some secrets from him, and to Bowyn alcohol could really only help any given situation. 

Then another elf, this one introduced herself as Eris, linked her arm with Kaleb's, and offered him toast. Eris went on to share the details of the earlier heard commotion. A pair of elves had started a fight with a shopkeeper over prices, attacking the vendor and frightening another demihuman who was tired of their violence. And of course, in the midst of all the conflict, was a dwarf there eyeing up one of the elves. [color=1BEFF2][i]Wonder who that dwarf is. Maybe Arn got tired of looking for a princess and settled for whoever caught his wandering eye.[/i][/color]

[color=1BEFF2]“Bowyn.”[/color] He said gesturing to himself after Eris introduced herself. [color=1BEFF2]“And Kaleb here was just suggesting we grab a drink, and since I’d rather not run into the local enforcements here, I suggest we head over there now.”[/color] He added then glanced over at Rue to hear her thoughts on it.[/color]

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[color=1BC617]Time: 7 pm, Soller
Location: Aiko's room
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]It was decided Yuka would indeed leave to find an antidote and the lioness was soon gone. Aiko continued to tend to Nabarra’s wound and Orias, Orias waited unsure of what to do. Healing and wound care were just another one of his lessons that he had written off in his youth as useless. What did a prince need to know of medicine when they had servents for such things? One of the many mistakes of his youth, a youth spent learning only how to cause harm, to wield a blade, and of how to care for only himself. And what had changed? Sure, he now made blades for others to wield, years as a blacksmith in the foolish hope that the work of forging raw materials into something of use would, in turn, reforge him into something of use. But when the raw materials used were of such poor quality you couldn’t hope to forge anything worthwhile. The same, likely true of elves.

He could’ve helped Nabarra on the rooftop, maybe even prevented all of this, but he had left the dark elf to sort it out alone. [color=1BC617][i]Why? Because she shared the face of his people’s enemy. Have I changed at all? Or am I still repeating the same failures? Is this why, despite the prayers and offerings to Solaris, my magic still fails?[/i][/color] And just like that there it was again, the looming shadow that followed him. The remembrance of so many failures; when he acted, when he did not act, either way, the same result. So he paced the room, occasionally pausing by the door to listen for any sign of intruders just in case anyone from the tavern had violence on their minds. 

[color=1BC617]“So, this shapeshifting ability, not very common amongst other fox folks right? Useful though, a lot better than a 3 ama cat mask.”[/color] Orais spoke, attempting to make small talk with the likely not a demihuman as the awkward silence only served to allow his mind to wander.[/color]