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I sit at the fire, watching it crackle and pop. I look at the road, some merchants were crossing to the Kingdom of the Wood. A beautiful, yet powerful kingdom that was famous for it's unusual plants and animals. It is also home to different races, one f the only kingdom's to accept other races. I was on my way, but had to stop once more; there was still at least a day to travel there. I look around in the forest I am currently setting camp in. It's gloomy blue colors and cool, clear feel was very... Unique. This was one of my favorite forests. I fall to the ground, into a pile of leaves and sleep.

I awaken back up and stretch as I yawn. I get up and spread the black ashes on the ground. I get to walking and finally arrive at the kingdom. I look into it and already see what people were talking about. There were large Venus Fly-Trap's, vines that held the castle walls together and a tree at the top of the castle that had a weird dragon-like thing flying over it. Before entering, I walk around until I find an Inn to shift in.

Sitting in the middle of the tavern, Dylan was observing. He is bored and would rather not be here. He's rather be running through the woods or city, hunting people down and killing them. He's rather bed getting paid. But here he is. Sitting and waiting for something interesting to happen.

Lyra cautiously stepped into the tavern, her bushy tail flicking to show her discomfort. She didn’t like enclosed spaces much. There was no where to run. She would much rather be out in the forest. She forced herself to take a seat and smile at the other humanoids that were there.

I was able to shift in a place called the Rusted Anchor. I come out as a red hair'd girl with piercing blue eyes in a white sun dress. Some people stare but I laugh and walk out and go to the closest tavern I could find. It was a warm, fire lit place with many people in it. There was a bar with two bar tenders and 5 stools. Against the wall on the left was 4 tables and a corner booth with people in them all. A bard was singing a song about dragons, two men were arm wrestling and their was one booth still open. The second to the door had a bowl of sugar and another of what looks like Dragon cayenne. I sit at the table and listen to the bard as I observe the people in it.

The Kingdom of Wood had its fair share of inns and taverns, it seemed, but of all alehouses and gambling dens, The Rusted Anchor was the most bustling of them all. As it was built outside the castle walls, it attracted quite some people of interest, ranging from streetwise locals to potential ruffians passing through. Of course, that was not why Randle had come here all the way from the sloppy hostel downtown, no, instead of running after thugs, he went to see an old friend.

"Well then, here goes nothing," Randle said to himself, opening the door with one hand. His strong senses were immediately swamped by the scents of cheap food, spiced wine and a lot of ale. This was how an inn was supposed to smell alright. When he stepped into the warm, dimly lit room, he could already see Vadr's bearded face smile at him from behind the counter. The guy was just pouring a guest another ale - one of many, judging from the fact that the guy reeked of alcohol -, and put his hairy hand in the air when he recognized him.
"Randle, ye 'ol swabbey! How're doin'?" While the guest at the counter haplessly chucked his ale, Randle made his way through the crammed room and gave his pal a firm handshake.
"Same old, same old, Vadr," the Husk smirked. "Nice place you got here, but a little too tidy for a guy like you, don't ya think?" The heavy drinker next to him made a weird, scoffing-like noise, but Vadr decided not to pay any attention to the guy.
"Nah, I ain't the owner. 'Tis some fiery lass' inn, but she ain't around t'day. So why not throw a party?" The bartender groped under the counter and pulled out a bottle of mead. "But that's not why ye're here, right?" The tone in his voice had softened and the hairy human bend over the counter for a bit. Sure, he was a pirate back in his day, and a nasty one too, but even though the guy never properly learned to act like a normal citizen, he did have some gray matter between his ears. More than he knew.

"Got any non-regulars here today? People of interest?" These days, anything would satisfy his lust for adventure. He wanted to be up and about again, maybe even find himself a partner or another associate. Anything and anyone would do. Vigr took a sip from the bottle and scratched his hairy chin. Then, he looked round, and one side of his mouth curled up a bit.
"Three, in fact. There's 'tis fair redhead with piercin' blue eyes, a grim lookin' fox-tail 'nd a wolflass. Check them out if ya want." Randle looked over his shoulder, his silver eyes scanning the tavern. Three out-o-ordinaries. This should be interesting.

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I place my arm upon the table and rest my head. I notice chatter at the bar and walk over there. I sit down and ask for a mead. "Aye, what brings you? Same reason as I maybe? This kingdom is truly beautiful..." I take a sip from the cup and smile looking at the men. I take a seat and drink the whole cup down, it was a long trip after all. I grunt a little, trying not to be rude and burp and say, "Ah, never the mind. I saw you looking around. What interests you?" I put the cup down, motioning for more. The bar tender fills it and I drink until my stomach could not hold another sip.

At this point, Raed was well and thoroughly sloshed and seemed to be dozing there at the bar. She listened in on the one bartender's chatter, sliding her face sideways to look at this newcomer and then turning in an attempt to see the people described. Minus the fox-tailed one. He'd been around when she'd got in and she scoffed when the barkeep mentioned him. "Grim'ssa word. Creepsy 's better...." She struggled spitting that last word out, but once she had, she leaned back against the bar. "Avoided him, for shure. Juss somefin' a bit offa 'bout 'im."

Which was saying something, considering the sheer number of strange peoples she'd seen since coming here.

"Hheyy, 'mere a sec," Raed motioned to the cat-man, a bit too casual for being a complete stranger. "I gotta ask-- you ever take bounnies? Uh... juss askin' for a friend."

Speak of the devil. A red-haired human, young-adult of age, approached the two of them in quite a confident pace. She ordered a mead, and while Vadr winked at Randle, he put a richly filled cup on the wooden counter. Alright, she surely had panache.
"Aye, what brings you? Same reason as I maybe? This kingdom is truly beautiful..." she said, sipping some of the mead the ex-pirate had poured her. Before Randle could even answer, the girl sat down on one of the creaky stools and downed the whole cup. Well, bottoms up then. "Ah, never the mind. I saw you looking around. What interests you?"
Another mead was ordered. Who was this gal anyway? Randle had spend his fair share of hours in taverns, but never before he had encountered such a parched girl. Maybe he had to start talking before she drank herself to oblivion.
"Word is that interesting people offer interesting work. And I'm just a guy looking for a way to get off my lazy backside." In the corner of his eye, Vadr also poured him a mead, and regarding the spicy smell, quite a strong one too. What, was that thug trying to set him up? That wasn't going to work, not at all.

Suddenly, the heavy drinker lift her head and started to speak in a way she was kind of understandable.
"Hheyy, 'mere a sec. I gotta ask-- you ever take bounnies? Uh... juss askin' for a friend." she lisped. That was what a hell-load of bottles sounded like. And not the mention the smell.
"Err, yeah.. I did a few cases in my day, if that counts," Randle said a little puzzled. What was her deal?

"Oh my God this stuff is amazing..." I whisper to myself as I order another. "The bottle please." I say with a smirk across my face. I grab it as he hands it and drinks a little bit at a time. "Haha, sounds like a fine thing, " I pat him on the back and continue, "If you find any let me know my friend!" I drink more and put the bottle down once finished and stop for good. I place my hand upon my stomach, "Should've stopped after two..." I groan as I drink a little more. I then place a pouch of 50 gold down to pay for it all.

Dylan looks up, ears perked hearing his description. He growls under his breath as he is earned to be stayed away from. He has always been resented for his looks so it's normal. It doesn't mean he likes it. A sadistic smirk spreads across his face as images of slicing that rude piece of crap apart form in his head.

Listening to THEIR conversation, he rests his head on his interlocked hands. Smirking wider he listens closely. Wanting all the information he could get.

Dylan stands up, stretching. He walks over to the cat person and his friend and sits down. "I do bounties. Depends on the bounty and the pay but I do them. What'cha need? I do all kinds."

His smirk turns into a friendly smile, as his threatening demeanor heightens, but not for anyone here. His smile is sick and crooked, with no sense of security or sanity.