[color=gray][indent][right][h1][color=A19aaf]Aren[/color][/h1][/right][/indent][right][sub][color=A19aaf]Interactions:[/color] Tarot, Sen Rak 	[color=a19aaf]Location:[/color]Toremont Inn	[color=A19aaf]Features Used:[/color]--[/sub][/right][hr]
[indent][color=a19aaf]"Oh beautiful, long time no see"[/color], the Changeling chimed as they stretched their sore back by pulling their arms up high above their head. The open window let in the warm morning breeze as Aren shoved their head outside to take a deep breath of air. The sun had already risen, it must be drinking hour for their companions. [color=a19aaf]"Shall I find you where I usually do?"[/color], they spoke into the empty air. Aren and their companions, three lovely people - some more lovely than others -, had been summoned, so to say. And for the night, had stayed in the Toremont Inn, a two-story building even they could afford.

	They put their arms on the window sill and let their head hang low, stretching those sore neck muscles. The inn was a nice enough establishment, Aren surely had seen worse. Though they had been in this area before on their travels, Aren had never stayed at this inn. At least not to their memory. The last time they came through these parts was a bit blurry. It all faded at some point. And ever since returning to this realm, Aren had not quite felt the same.

	Aren pulled their head back inside. Leaving the window open for some air circulation, they headed over to the dresser which had a fresh bowl of water and a washing cloth placed atop that Aren had requested be brought up in the morning. They began to wash their face and wipe down their arms and legs a little before hopping into their usual clothes. A wide, frilly white shirt and a black leather jacket. That jacket was probably the priciest item Aren owned that was actually not stolen. Apart from their weapons perhaps which really didn't count as [i]items[/i] to Aren, those were [i]survival instruments[/i].

	They closed the window, swung their backpack over one shoulder and headed downstairs, curious about their new assignment and the other team that would be joining their crew. Hopefully, they had some interesting personalities amongst them. Aren swiftly moved over to the bar just as Tarot commented on their absence. They dropped their backpack down to the floor, between their stool and the bar with one foot on it just to be sure, and cheeky grinned at the bard. [color=a19aaf]"I heard that."[/color] Aren gave the bard a wink as they leant on their arms, slouching against the countertop a little. [color=a19aaf]"No surprise to find you two here with those in your hands."[/color] Nodding at the drinks their companions were downing. [color=a19aaf]"So we're still missing our [i]bonde tyrant[/i]"[/color], Aren used the words they had just overheard. [color=a19aaf]"Any idea of what personalities are gonna be on the other team? Or on our newly fused team, I suppose."[/color] 

	Aren was always one who enjoyed change. It was necessary, it was interesting, it was [i]fun[/i]. But they would have a job to do, one they would hopefully get paid for handsomely, and Aren knew that some teams struggled when asked to work together with another one. Dynamics were challenged, leaders were anxious, old tactics had to yield to new ones. Usually, such endeavors consisted of a couple of weeks of... let's say... bumpy, chaotic relationship establishment. That is saying it kindly. Aren had no idea who those other people were they were gonna work with and what their team dynamic looked like. They could be strict with a love of routine and order and [i]rules[/i]. Not Aren's favorite work conditions. They could be slackers for all they knew. Chaotic and rash and unorganized. Maybe that was a little more Aren's style but an entire group of that would surely lead to more disaster than would be good for them. Of course, most groups had a healthy dose of everything. The moral compass, the rule observer, the chaotic one, the one who flirts their way through everything somehow. [i]Would that be me? Ah, probably not.[/i] Most adventuring groups usually had a sneaky one, a brawl one, one with a plan, and one who fucks up the plan. For a moment, Aren wondered what categories their team members filled out. [i]We know who the brawl one is, at least...[/i]

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