Hmm...it should be...around here somewhere shouldn't it? It had been awhile since she had been in Auguston, and her sense of direction was likely not exactly what one would consider stellar in any fashion, but she had lived in the area of a year or so, so she thought she had a fairly good grasp of the area. Well. She should have at least, but judging from the way the place looked...was it Auguston? It looked so different. So much more...glum. There were a lot less people playing dead last time she was here, that was for sure. Did the funny death men come again and take people to their sleep? No no, there was a lot less fire involved if they did that...were the living ones burning the dead? They made such sweet smells, at least. Perhaps she should take a nibble...
Suddenly, her steps were halted by some large bear thing and caused her to stumble backwards.
"Hey, watch it!"Oh wait, it wasn't a large bear thing. It was a large living thing without any fur whatsoever. How sad. If it was a bear, it'd make for a fluffy pillow. Still, her friends had taught her manners and she should apologize for running into the large man!
"Sorry," She tilted her head to the side under her cloak.
"The smell of the dead is so sweet...I was distracted, since It was making me hungry." Great, that was a good apology! Straight, honest, sincere, and to the point!
"It is a pity you are burning them - we could have been such great friends." Also good! Her friends told her she should always try and appear friendly if she wanted to have a good life. Granted, for the past few years she hadn't exactly succeeded. People throwing knives and trying to do stabby things to you were not friends.
Wait the man was giving her the most queer look. He looked a bit...sick, actually? Maybe shocked. As a good, caring individual she should ask if he was alright.
"Sir, are you alright? You look a bit sick...maybe you should sleep? It is a luxury some dead don't have. Maybe don't take it for granted?" Oh right! She was in a kind of a hurry, wasn't she? She should make it to the guild. She knew where it was. Couldn't be too far from here, nope! Reaching up, she pat the man on the head.
"I have somewhere to be, but perhaps you should take a break. Maybe try not burning the sleeping ones? Perhaps it might help you sleep better." Before the bewildered man and onlookers could even say anything, Lia started walking again towards her destination. A small place called The Lazy Dragon.
Lia stepped inside, making sure her cloak still concealed most of her body.
The air inside smelled unpleasant - the smell of the living. Not that she disliked the little live birdies, but her and them tended to not get along well. Over the few years of what one could call her life, she had learned to avoid places that smelled heavily of them and stuck to more...secluded places where one such as her wouldn't be bothered all that often, except for the occasional work. At least it looked appropriate - a bit run down, but that meant it had a certain charm to it Lia definitely liked.
After a quick survey, the Elf found what she was looking for - a curtained off area that read Adventurer's guild written on a sign over it. Well, if she was looking for work that was where she needed to be. She hadn't been in regular employ of the guild since...well, since her friends decided to take a nap. Seemingly ignoring everyone else in the Inn, Lia walked into the area and was greeted with a rather pleasantly empty room.
Just a...cute furry little horse man and a shady looking man with magic hands. Her eyes lingered on the centaur as she walked in, standing right in the curtain. It was likely fairly awkward having this cloaked figure staring at him, come to think of it. She should stop that and apologize for staring. Staring was rude, yes?
"...sorry for staring, but you're fluffy." There! A good apology with a compliment! Haha, she was doing pretty well at this, yes? And her napping friends were always so worried about leaving her alone. Feeling like she had succeeded in making herself appear as an upstanding citizen and a little tiny bit more human, the cloaked Elf walked to a far part of the table and took a seat, deciding not to lower her hood just yet.
It would be potentially dangerous to do that. She may be dead, but she definitely liked living and attracting attention to herself was not a good way to continue to be not-dead more.
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