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What a lovely day for a stroll. The sun was bright and the wind was fair. It was rather astute weather for Coris all things considered. Crimson eyes flickered around to take in the sights offered by the merchant kingdom. They shifted with little hesitance but with a drawl that betrayed their calculated thinking. Yes, this was a very lovely day and Rean whistled kindly to herself, unsure if it came by instinct or if Reemis had a sense of humor. It must have been the latter; after all, her departure from Nuniel territory was laughable in itself.

Truly, nothing of excitement happened-and did it ever on the start of such journeys?-in her travels. Or, well, nothing she figured would excite the other Envoys. She recalled how easy, how [i]boring[/i] it had been to just slip a note to her family and leave the libraries in their care. They didn’t even question her intent, merely assuming her long trek to be one in the pursuits of knowledge. She supposed it was in a way, but that was in the past now. She was satisfied for now to simply enjoy the lovely day. She stretched and took in the sky, beaming to it a small smirk.

Coris never did change despite the threat of looming war at its doorsteps. Not even the mad ramblings of a Dragonborn could rouse the people from their stupor; or maybe they were planning in secret to raise pitchforks on the warrior? Exciting indeed, and Rean felt an extra rush of exquisite sensation just noting the Dragonborn from a distance. All Envoys could feel out their kin, could sense their own among the raffle of civilization. It was this instinct that drew her near following the Dragonborn and soon others until she reached the Red Snapper tavern at last.

[color=sandybrown]“Terrible name,”[/color] Rean mused to herself. She patted the Devulga by her side just once to make sure it was still on her person before she entered the rather mundane location. [color=sandybrown]“Ah, at least I’m not the last,”[/color] she remarked with a too big, too sly smile as she spotted the Dragonborn once more, now accompanied with others. All of them were Envoys, of this she felt immediately. Funny. It almost felt like one big family gathering. Despite their differences and conflicting virtues, they were still practically gods in mortal flesh and living vessels of the pantheon. 

There was some kinship there that fleeted across Rean’s chest. And then it was drowned out by the rampant approval of drinks and food made out on the house. [color=sandybrown]“Now isn’t that how to make an appearance,”[/color] Rean said as she approached the group and gave Liora her grin. She boldly flagged down a random waiter to craft her own order of exquisite breads and cheeses with the thickest goblet of wine until it nearly resembled blood. Then she turned back to her merry group and found a seat among them.

[color=sandybrown]“I would have thought you’d be the one to indulge in the grand spectacles Agamemnon,”[/color] she said in the mix of astonishment and a whisper. Rean looked directly at Lutatia with her fist on rested under chin and a bemused expression. [color=sandybrown]“Oh, are we not supposed to do that? Well, we should get the introductions out the way before the whole kingdom finds us. I think you may have upset a few people earlier Anhur.”[/color]

It was truly a lovely day for a stroll.
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