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[color=MediumOrchid]Time:[/color] Morning 
[color=MediumOrchid]Location:[/color] Myriamor Bed & Breakfast
[color=MediumOrchid]Interactions:[/color] Rosaria [@Potter], Sophie [@princess], Caelan [@Alivefalling], Nuallán [@13org], Aurora [@Mole]
[color=MediumOrchid]Equipment:[/color] A dagger, fake elf ears, a ring of disguise, and a bag full of supplies
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Jomari could already feel the heat emanating from the desert in his sleep. He dreamed he was back in the humid forests of his hometown, laughing as he and the others his age would bathe in the cool rivers. Then, he gradually felt it become warmer to the point where the sun seemingly glared down upon him. Instead of wet mossy rocks and the feeling of water gently splashing at his feet, it was replaced by multitudes of sand that seemed to reflect the sun's heat back up. 

Jomari's people had no concept of a desert as their home country was an archipelago, meaning it consisted of multiple islands dotted with lush forests and jungles, and each island was surrounded by the vast blue seas. For Jomari, the only logical place for sand to exist at was the beach but in his dream, he could not see a sign of the waters no matter how long he walked. Just an endless, vast land of scorching sand wherever he went. 

Rosaria woke him up from his sleep along with the others as they had finally arrived at their destination, Myriamor. When he looked out of the carriage, he grumbled in annoyance when his dream finally made sense. It was sand as far as the eye could see but he was thankful it was not that hot in Myriamor itself. The city was not the place to be for someone like Jomari who has lived his entire life in a wet, damp climate which would possibly make him a little grumpier than he already was, even if he was considerably easily angered the second he arrived in Avalia. He even took note of the abundance of what Rosaria called demihumans. It felt weird seeing something that resembled dogs and cats back in his hometown now walk upright and speak the human language but at this point, Jomari's too tired to even care.

In any case, he and the others followed the elves to this establishment called 'Myriamor Bed & Breakfast' and were asked to put their extra luggage there. Again, Jomari and his people had no concept of hotels so he thought the owner was this very rich tycoon that built this very big house and let other people stay in their extra rooms for a fee. Still, he felt uncertain leaving his valuables unattended so he decided to just bring them all with him as he made his way downstairs to the dining area.

Jomari was then given a list of foods that were very alien to him. When asked about what they think about the city, he glanced at the other humans he's with and so far, they were very impressed with it. [color=MediumOrchid]"I don't care about how grand the architecture is or how wonderful are its people. If it's really hot and dry, I already hate it. At least it smells a bit nice."[/color] Jomari said. [color=MediumOrchid]"If the princess is going to pay for our food, by the way, I'll have their most expensive dish." [/color] He added, glancing at the demihumans milling about. They were in all different species and ages, eating and laughing merrily with their companions. It reminded him of home, along with the mission he and the others were in right now. [color=MediumOrchid]"Who is this person we're going to meet again? And why do they seem so important enough for us to risk our lives just to get to them?"[/color]