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[color=DCD1FD]ᴛɪᴍᴇ |[/color] Late Morning
[color=DCD1FD]ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ |[/color] Entrance to Roshmi City
[color=DCD1FD]ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ |[/color] Mister Luum [@FunnyGuy], Bardulf [@Lava Alckon], Rue [@Potter], Bowyn [@Helo], Brigitte [@Tae]
[color=DCD1FD]ᴇQᴜɪᴘᴍᴇɴᴛ |[/color] Travel bag with essentials (money, rations, first aid, etc), sapphire pendant, twin daggers.
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Whether the entire group agreed or not, Zeva was tagging along on their journey. She wasn’t quite comfortable with how guarded some of the members were around her, their concerned gazes feeling cold against her back as they walked further through the forest. The more steps they took, the more the tension seemed to wane, replaced by a growing excitement of what awaited them at the large port city. Her mind flew to other things on the trodden path, reminiscing on her past trips to Roshmi City and what kind of dagger she planned on buying. She never had enough time previously to truly explore the plentiful streets, culture, and sights it had to offer, but she figured it wouldn’t be much different this time either.

King Zanithel’s unpleasant personage was the first to greet the group upon arriving at the city gates; the sun’s rays flashing across the statue’s forehead and beaming into Zeva’s eyes. The statue had been installed there for as long as Zeva could remember, a long standing stain on the demi-human territory. Despite the negative emotions associated with the threatening statue at the city’s gates, the grandeur of everything within made it easy to forget the atrocities of the dark elves that ruled over it. Airships streaked across the skies and people scurried to and fro across the many pathways and streets. The smell of baked goods and cooking wafted through the air from nearby restaurants, stirring rumbles of hunger from the depths of Zeva’s belly.

Mister Luum’s suggestion to split up and explore lit a fire in Zeva’s eyes, who was eager to jump at the chance to do some sightseeing too.  [color=DCD1FD]“Great idea! Let’s do some groups. I just need, NEED, to get some new daggers.”[/color]

As the group pondered this idea, Zeva could see the dark haired man whisper something to Mister Luum, and the faeries whispering amongst themselves too. Her hands reached for a strand of hair and fidgeted with the ends, twirling it between her fingers. She was sure she caught her name in the midst of their hushed voices at some point, emphasizing the feeling of ‘otherness’ that had nabbed at the back of her mind since they began their walk to Roshmi City. It was going to take some work before they would trust a stranger like her, surely.

Abruptly, Zeva jumped upwards and pointed eastwards at a small shop down the road from where the group stood. It was a quaint bakery with inventory on display in glass cases by the street, containing a variety of breads, sweets, and small bites.  [color=DCD1FD]“That bakery looks so good!”[/color] Her attention was, as usual, easily seized, even more so with her growing hunger.  [color=DCD1FD]“Should we grab something to eat together before we split up?”[/color]