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The sea air was heavy in the sun drenched air as the duo pushed open the door to The Hagfish and immediately had their nostrils filled with smell of fish both raw and coooked, heavy mead, and brackish water. The low cieling had unlit lanterns dangling hapzardly throughout the restaurant, with tables and chairs of basic carpentry even more scattered throughout the building all the way up to the bar itself. In the middle of it all was a fish tank of slightly green and brown water, and at the sound of a door openeing a sickeningly slick creature slithered out and flopped against the glass as if staring the two down. Next to it, a pouch that sagged with coins was nailed into the wall
a few sailors sat at the bar sipping a brew and chatting, and one of the tables had a trio of men in hoods discussing business under their breath. But all that was aside from the man who came hobbling out of the kitchen with the thump of wood on wood to step behind the bar as he head the door open, and when he saw who it was who'd come in his face lit up with a wicked grin. "Aaaahh, the two a' the 'eroes a' Sandpoint gracin me 'umble eatery. What 'cn I do for ya?"
@OrlandoBloomers @Ringmaster
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It was an odd pair walking through the streets back to the tavern after the group had separated. There was little hiding Mathias' heritage now that he was one of the 'Heroes of Sandpoint', and whispers and hesitant glances were normal as people gave he and his horns a small berth as they moved down the streets.
Destinie had the opposite 'problem' if you could even call it that. A beautiful maiden who blessed and healed in the midst of violence, a new face of kindness to go along with the steadfast father Zantus when people needed something from the gods. The stares she got were admiring or even flirtatious as men winked and a few even looked like they were going to approach before a glance at horns and red skin nearby seemingly gave them pause. But eventually, someone did make those final steps. Just... not to Destinie.
The woman didn't walk so much as sashay down the street, and from the moment she rounded the corner and her eyes lit up she made little mystery as to who she was zeroed in on. She stopped a hair's breath from Mathias and gave him an ever so unsubtle look over before she grasped one of his hands in hers and gave a breathless frown. "Oh thank Saranrae I found you, hero. Its terrible, absolutely terrible!"
@the tactician @pat
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The Valdemar manor was a stately affair. Its four stories were brick and mortor as opposed to the wood that made up most of the town, and its vaulted windows had an overlook of the whole harbor that the family shipping business owned most of. The path to the door wound through a small garden, and the knocker noticeably echoed on the other side as Isabelle sounded it.
It was almost a minute later when the door opened and a stuffy older man in a servant's uniform eyed the girl in front of him and sniffed "May I help you, miss?"
@york