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Weslee sighed softly, dropping her quill pen into a nearly-empty inkpot. She stared out of her lodge house window, at Scarborough. The city at the frontier. A good bit of the adventuring type went here, or so she was told. It was a trade haven, with countless merchants looking to make a pretty penny here. Weslee's gaze drifted back to her new journal entry, the onyx ink seeping into the sturdy parchment. She needed people to help her find this tooth, as she'd heard from her guide, Bhagyarash, that this country was very, very dangerous. Weslee reckoned that her quest was dangerous, too. Surely, this tooth would be defended by some sort of force...
Her ears twitched as the door to her room opened. A tall avian stepped inside, leaning on the wall. "We must go, if you are to find this relic." he said.
"Of course, Bhagyarash." Weslee nodded, closing up her journal, and slipping it inside her pouch. "I need to check out the tavern for more help, before we go."
The avian cocked his head a bit, before giving Weslee a short nod. "Indeed." he said, before gesturing Weslee towards the door. "But make haste. I fear that if we linger for too long, your undertaking may gather unwanted attention." he paused. "There are many who would seek such a thing."
Weslee could understand the many uses of such a tooth; it could be used to forge a blade, due to its hardness, or it may have magic properties. She didn't know, and only through finding it, would she find out. The two left the lodge, heading over to the tavern. Scarborough's only tavern was a wild one, being the only establishment in the world with a death count. The smell of rotten breath, and cheap ale permeated the air inside, and even around the building. Weslee and Bhagyarash took a seat inside, the canine electromancer scanning the drunken crowd for a potential companion, or companions if she was lucky. Meanwhile, Bhagyarash sat still, observing the tavern with an icy, calculating look not unlike him. He was watching for trouble, ready to end it with a few quick slashes from his khopesh if need be.
She shrugged slightly and continued to cradle her bottle. It always intrigued her at who she sees in this scruffy tavern. She learned not to judge quickly.
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