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[right][code]The Waystone Inn
Interactions: Lairëcúma [@Tesserach], Kel [@NoriWasHere]
Outfit: Free from scum
Hunter’s Mark Target: Ransom[/code][/right][hr]
Ah, revenge was so sweet.

While Ransom’s delusion held stronger than Cali expected, with a barely hidden smirk she wanted to cut off, it eventually broke. It was incredibly satisfying. Seeing the disgusting smile wiped clean off his face as it turned to barely contained rage… She couldn’t get enough of it. The only thing that would make it better would be if he now fucked off. 

She was already preparing the next dose of venom, eyes raising as he pulled his glove off. Why? Was he going to slap her with it? Of course, he was turning to violence just like she expected. It would take more than that– 

[color=a36209]"Man, do y'all love wobblin' jaw as loud as possible for the hell of it or what? Gods, I can barely hear myself fucking think."[/color]

Great. Now there were two asshole men to deal with- Or not. The cat barely stuck around, thank fuck, though she did get the opportunity to make a rude gesture at his back. Why was he in a tavern if he didn’t want to hear people talking? He should choose somewhere quieter to be, like a ditch. 

Though watching him smash Ransom’s pretty little head was amusing. Doubly so when it sent Ransom into a fit of rage. He was on an absolute warpath. Just like that, their problem was taken care of. Almost a shame, since she had plenty more insults ready to stab him with. But while she had some harsh words for the rude cat too, at least he took the trash out with him.

Her eyes narrowed at Ransom’s retreating back, quickly casting Hunter’s Mark on him before he was out of sight. Though if she was lucky the overgrown cat would kill him so she didn’t have to. A soft purple glow settled around him right as he tried to throw a beautiful elf out of the way. 

[color=B21A4D][i]That asshole hasn’t already hurt enough women?![/i][/color] 

Now she was pissed again. Cali couldn’t stay still when some poor woman had been flung out into the snow. She needed to make sure the elf was alright. Maybe she also [i]wanted[/i] to see Ransom get his ass handed to him by a big cat. Two men beating each other up was entertaining until the loser decided to find some helpless woman to pummel to get his pride back. Which only put the lady shoved outside in more danger.

[color=B21A4D]”Stay here, drink water, I’ll be back.”[/color] Cali said to Kel, feeling some amount of (obligation) towards her. She was so drunk she couldn’t be left alone, after all. [color=B21A4D]”I gotta make sure that scumbag doesn’t move onto another victim– Dev, watch over her for me.”[/color]

The fox that had been sniffing around the floor looked up at her, before letting out a soft bark. The bond between the two meant that even if she didn’t understand Cali’s words exactly, she got the meaning, trailing over to Kel and slinking around her legs. 

Cali grabbed her fur lined cloak and bow before she hurried outside, fearing the worst as she reached the door to– [color=plum]“I demand satisfaction!”[/color]

That bastard- She burst out into the cold expecting to find him leering over the elf, only to find him squaring up to Lucky. Why was his glove on the floor? Was making Lucky pick it up some kind of pre-fight humiliation ritual? What a fucking weirdo. 

She turned to find Lairëcúma, hand outstretched with the expectation she’d be helping her up from where she’d been thrown out the door and onto the ground. Another expectation was thwarted, but not in such a weird way this time, when she found Lairëcúma still standing off to the other side of the door from the asshole duo. 

[color=B21A4D]”Are you alright? You ain’t the first lady that scumbag’s tried to batter tonight.”[/color] Cali asked, jerking her head towards Ransom. But maybe Lairëcúma wouldn’t have needed Cali’s help, if she was able to get out of the way of his shove. Her gaze turned slightly appraising as she looked up at the taller woman. 

After a moment she looked over her shoulder, disappointed when she found they hadn’t started clobbering each other yet.

[color=B21A4D]”Don’t fall for it if he tries to flatter you later… Ah, but if you stick with me that won’t be a problem. My name’s Cali.”[/color] Not one to be thrown off by changing events, she kept her hand out and turned it into an introduction. Her dark red lips pulled up in a smile. [color=B21A4D]”I got a… Friend inside I’m drinking with, if you wanna join? Though I’m curious to see who’s gonna win this fight.”[/color] 

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[right][code]The Waystone Inn
Outfit: Normal
Interactions: None, observations only
Lunar Phase: Half Moon [Day 5 of 29][/code][/right][hr]
Watching people was always so fun. 

Not in a creepy way. Of course not. Eilrethiel didn’t think he was creepy, even though he’d had that term used against him before. 

He sat in a dimmer corner of the Waystone Inn, draped in a dark cloak with the hood up. It made him look a lot more suspicious than he intended- he just wasn’t sure how people would react to his appearance! He’d literally only bought this cloak for hiding his non-human features! Cause if he wore his fur lined coat, he’d die of heat! He’d only been here a few weeks, and was yet to figure out how similar to other towns it would be. Odd looks and questions he could deal with, but some people were downright nasty about the whole being half sea elf thing. It wasn’t his fault there were cultural differences!

Like how they were to tieflings… Though he’d found they were discriminated against much more than half-elves were in their elvish communities. Not that he knew how other half-elves had it, but at least he’d never been treated like the scum of the earth. 

Though it didn’t seem so bad here. At least the bartender was treating the two pretty tiefling ladies normally, and one was now even getting to it with a [i]very handsome[/i] human. It was a shame she got to him first… No, no, he [i]wasn’t[/i] falling for the perfect blond human again. Not this time! This time he’d– 

Oh, maybe it wasn’t proper flirting. Things were getting really nasty! And not just because of the vomit on the floor! So, it was normal treatment of tieflings! Worth noting down, though he didn’t have any of the devilish traits that made Tieflings both discriminated against and constantly flirted with.

He scrambled for the scruffy leatherbound notebook in his hands, which he was making notes in with a magically self inking quill he’d stolen when he was kicked out of wizard school for not being a wizard.

If anyone happened to look over his shoulder, they’d have absolutely no idea what he was writing. His handwriting was a harsh, childlike scratch with sharp lines and no connection between the letters. Half the words were misspelt, and the words that were used were relatively basic. Some kind of observation log, maybe… Impossible to tell unless someone was skilled in deciphering horrendous unreadable handwriting. 

His gaze moved to the other half-elf in the room- At least he assumed she was, what with the kind of pointed kind of not signature ears. She seemed completely unbothered by her surroundings, and Eilrethiel immediately sensed a kindred spirit. An outsider like him, and not just because they were both half-elves! No, she clearly came from a completely different community and place than this. 

Maybe he’d talk to her later. 

But for now she was talking to a big cat- Tabaxi! They were called Tabaxi, and they didn’t like being asked how closely related they were and if they had the same gear down there. At least, the couple he’d met hadn’t. They couldn’t even talk to cats, which he thought was weird considering some of his race could talk to dolphins, and they weren’t even related- Sorry, not related! At least, he could ask Tabaxi. Cats hadn’t responded to his questioning at all. 

Oh, that Tabaxi was moving on. Maybe this was a good chance to slide in– Oh! Oh! He’d crashed right into the hot blond! The hot blond looked even hotter angry! He was storming off after him… Was there going to be a fight?! How exciting! 

Eilrethiel leaned forward in his seat, excitement shining in his emerald green eyes as he considered following. Just to observe… No, he wanted to find a community here. He needed to pick the right moments to get on people’s good sides so they liked him. That meant not cheering for a fight, right? After all, he’d come to learn that spars on the surface didn’t tend to be friendly. 

Oh, and he wasn’t the only hot blond in the room! An attractive surface elf entered, greeting the whole bar. Was that… A normal surface elf thing? How strange. Something else to write down– Oh shit! Hot blond one took out hot blond two! The drama!

Eilrethiel was practically on the edge of his seat, adding more unreadable scrawls to his notebook. Unbeknownst to him, he’d shuffled a bit out of the shadows of his lovely dark corner, making him a bit more noticeable. Dark teal hair fell out of his hood as he wrote down [i]greet on walk in[/i] and [i]be hot[/i] in his notebook.