[OOC: BRACE THYSELF, NOOB ABOOOOARD.]
The air was moist yet clear of any clouds or possibility of rain. The moon hung high in the air, its proud radiance bathing Faelwyn in a spot light as she walked through the forests of Serendipity. Her eyes wandered, taking in the lush underbrush and bright colors of the vegetation around her.
Serendipity seems nice, she enthused, smiling at its vicinity regarding all things natural. The only minor annoyance was that it seemed the trails and roads seemed uncharacteristically long, without many taverns or inns close by for rest. Every other night Faelwyn has found herself sleeping in trees and washing up momentarily in rivers and streams, only to later find an inn to wash up in that day after traveling.
Her feet were sore from all of her walking; each step seemed to be another dull ache she knew nothing of before. It pained her to walk any longer and she found that arguing with herself on whether to stop and look for a tree.
No, she ventured,
Absolutely not. No more trees or lying on the ground for sleep. There has to be some sort of inn or tavern around here somewhere. She arched her back, determination now in her stride, and strolled on, easing into a rhythmic step. Every ending to a path seemed to be plain and barren, nearly without a single person. Faelwyn sighed, pain throbbing her feet as she walked on aimlessly, or so it seemed.
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Half an hour later, she wandered into a bustling square - complete with suspicious markets, alleyways, and best of all, buildings. Each building was designed specifically for a purpose but Faelwyn had no desire to explore the new finding just yet. Her exhaustion was evident and she made it a purposeful gesture to wander into the nearest tavern.
The murmuring of hushed conversation and loud drinking echoed in the room. Animated discussion was filling up the room: drunken men throwing their hands up, several minor arguments heating up, and the frustrated yelling of the server behind the bar.
Clutching her flute case to her chest, Faelwyn made her way over to the bar and sat down. She had no idea if this tavern had an rooms for lodging.
"Excuse me, sir," Faelwyn tried in a tired voice, "do you have a room available?"
As she waited for the server's answer, she listened to the conversations around her. At a table in the back, she noted the quickly escalating exchange between two men. Beside them was a female in costume, who she regarded as odd to be here.
You're one to talk, you know. You're quite the oddball here as well. The man sitting down next to the costumed girl blatantly ignored the other, speaking to her like an old friend. She watched, clearly spotting their familiarity with each other, the ease of conversation.
Faelwyn caught herself staring and turned back around to the bar, mumbling as she watched the server do his job: perhaps he had not heard her question.
It really is rude to stare.