[center][h3][color=BlueViolet]Madame Morvanne[/color][/h3]
Talking to [color=darkred]Fumiko[/color][@Antediluvixen][/center]

The Outsider entered her little wagon, and Morvanne took up her place by the teapot like a good host... Only to find that her gesture had clearly attracted some attention from this strange, foxlike creature. [color=BlueViolet]"The symbol?"[/color] She tried to help with the woman finding the right word, then sighed a little. [color=BlueViolet]"For protection. Keeps away... Bad energy."[/color] She framed it in a way that would hopefully come across as simpler and perhaps less offensive than its true purpose: to keep whatever twisted energies swirled around the woman from taking a hold of Morvanne, or anyone else in the caravan for that matter. 

The occultist still hadn't forgotten the [i]nihi[/i] in the air when she had first arrived. The way that the forest fought against this unnatural presence, and the way the Glory must have rejected it, for it to sail down from the sky in the way it did. Gadri, bless their heart, had done nothing wrong by their own knowledge, but she knew better. This woman was a threat. Perhaps not herself, but at the very least [i]by[/i] herself. 

[color=BlueViolet]"Tea?"[/color] She gestured towards the kettle now keeping itself warm and took a well-cushioned seat facing the door, carefully setting a small earthernware cup atop a saucer and sliding it across. The house she'd served in so very long ago had had porcelain for guests... But such an expense would be crippling for a small-scale merchant such as herself, unless perhaps she was buying it wholesale with the intent of making a profit. 

[center][h3][color=lightgreen]Gadri Abzan[/color][/h3]
Talking to [color=B0C4DE]Knossos Dreamwalker[/color] [@Crusader Lord][/center]

Gadri breathed out a slow sigh of relief. Most folks had left them on their own, which was a much, much better outcome than the absolute crowd the dwarf had managed to gather previously. This was doubly good, because the sun had almost reached its zenith, and Gadri had taken far, far too long to get into the city with the horde surrounding them. Just as they were about to quietly slink away though, Knossos arrived, asking a surprisingly normal set of questions.

The elderly mage was one of a vanishing slim number of people in the caravan who the dwarf didn’t see as a child, and so they supposed they could spare a few moments of their time. To help them out. [color=lightgreen]"I am not intimately familiar with [i]this[/i] particular hold,"[/color] they began, [color=lightgreen]"but broadly speaking, my siblings hold themselves to the same standards regardless of whom they happen to serve. As for yourself, [i]mushrik,[/i] I'd be cautious. Ka-[i]outsiders[/i] are given leeway in our lands because they're not of the faith, but your spirits will not be welcome in public. In all other matters, defer to the guards, conduct yourself peacably, and as for the rest... There should be a merchant's quarter and any number of coffeehouses. Should you visit one, do let me know if they offer nutmeg; I've been wanting a proper bre-"[/color] Before they could finish their sentence, a cry went up from the towers and rooftops across the city, echoing off the walls and reverberating through the streets.

The astronomers were singing. The sun had reached its apex. It was time for prayer. Gadri offered a hurried bow to Knossos. [color=lightgreen]"Apologies. That call means I should be at a masjid now. Best of luck to you."[/color]

[center][h3][color=khaki]Malleck 'Freepaw'[/color][/h3]
Talking to [color=CD853F]Thozna Scrapblast-of-Norplain[/color][@Smike] and [color=slategray]Athulwin[/color][@Tortoise][/center]

[color=khaki]"Believe what you will then. One of our peoples know true loyalty." The fur around Malleck's neck puffed out even more as they spoke, a single flash of an elongated canine bared to the gnoll before his lip settled back over it.[/color] On his own, Malleck knew Thozna could easily kill him, but if she wanted to come, ask [i]him[/i] for help, then spit in his face? [color=khaki]"Besides, you're one to talk of slaves, hauling about a half-orc like you do. I'm sure he joined you on your travels willingly."[/color]

The bubbling argument was mostly dissapated by an [i]incredibly[/i] peculiar arrival however, all the signs of Malleck's aggression vanishing at the appearance of an oddly-speaking floating mask. He cocked his head to the side to try to make better sense of it, but neither eyes nor nose were able to give him much more information than that the bare minimum he had already gathered. [color=khaki]"Does he... Frequently use such weird messengers?"[/color]