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Hello

As the kid sat the hood covering most of his face with a few streaks of dirty blonde hair poking out,you notice how plump and short he is,while as the girl is the total oppodite of his bodybuild,but older

The girl saw the guy short and plump. She looked at him and tried to know if he liked her looks or not.

Miss sapphire, as a cat, enters the tavern." Meow."

Girl hears meowing and looks. Oh hello.

"Meow"

Girl giggles."Hey look at this." She says to the boy. She signales for him to come.

"Meow" she says

She strolls n (as a tiny, cute brown and white rat) and sat as close to the fire as she dared.

She turns into her human form.

Enters, smelling strongly of seawater, remains a hooded figure.

There were many things the elf could be doing besides walking into the tavern. She could be finding a way home, asking merchants for directions, figuring out how she landed by this tavern of all places. Instead she did none of those things. The curious elf did what she would have done as a child she explored. A fog had risen around her while she was on patrol and the next thing she knew she was outside the oddly homely looking tavern. Now magic being used in the Faewin was not unheard of, it was a magical forest after all. Being teleported to another place, as far as she was aware, was very unheard of. The amount of trouble she could be getting in was momentous, but that didn't matter to the elf.

What did matter was that she could see new people. New people, new places, and brand new views. She was still in her guard outfit, light greens and browns that helped her blend into the background, completely negated by what was atop of her head. She had what could only be described as rainbow dreadlock, bells, trinkets, buttons and feathers stick out from the various strands of hair. Which themselves were actually comprised of various fibers and yarns. She had a headband full of needles of various sizes, some were lockpicks, others were for knitting.

With a slight skip in her step she entered the tavern look about the place. It was absolutely fascinating, there were big chairs, small chairs, and tables of all sizes. It was warm and comfortable compared to the snow storm that had been building outside. The elf couldn't help but look around with her pink and purple gradient eyes, not realizing her strange appearance was perhaps not so strange a site to the tavern. There was an ever so slight frown of uncertainty. Unsure of what to do next, and who she should talk with, to figure out just where exactly she had ended up. She looked for the first sign of a face that was perhaps willing to talk.

As he padded through the forest, taking a walk after his packs recent meeting, the black werewolf notices something was off. It had suddenly stopped snowing, and the trees weren't the same evergreens he was so used to. He tuck his snout to the air, testing the air to find any familiar smells. Nothing, only the slight hint of smoke mingled with everything else. He knew that smoke was often a sign of civilization, and followed the smell.

The glow of his flame red eyes was stark against the dark black of his fur. And soon, those eyes caught the sight of light, the tavern. He stayed in the form of the massive wolf, standing at least ten feet at the shoulders, as he approached. HE stopped at the tree line, seeing the door was open. He was glad to see that, as he didn't feel like shifting to human form just to open the door. So he approached the door, and would squeeze through it with some trouble. Luckily he made it through, and gave a wolf like sigh. He did not want to be stuck today.

A hooded figure strode into the inn behind the elfling, their longstaff tapping against the wooden floor almost ominously. Glowing blue eyes glanced around the as-of-yet empty room, before landing on a small table with a single chair next to Alf's corner, close enough to the fire to be warm but far enough that most would easily overlook someone sitting there. They quickly crossed from the threshold to the table, setting their larger bag down on the seat to claim it.

Ashe let out a soft sigh, hoping no-one noticed the way that shadows tended to reach their way, elongating just past what should be expected. Their left hand fell to the book holstered to their side, but they whispered a soft "no, not yet" to themself and walked over to the bar instead. They did make a point of keeping their staff in hand, though. Hopefully the glowing shards of crystal that hung from strips of leather above and below where their hand sat would deter any troublemakers.
"A pint of mead, if you would, and a bowl of whatever stew has been made today." They said softly, digging a few gold pieces from the pouch at their waist. Trading the gold for a mug full to the brim, they pointed out where they'd settled on sitting and carefully walked back to their table.

Ashe noted the elf they'd followed in from earlier looking about like a lost child; biting their tongue, they quietly reminded themself what happened when they tried to help people.