[h1][centre][color=a2d39c]Syraeia Leela “Sy-a” Inn Keeper[/color][/centre][/h1] [h2][centre][color=a2d39c]Dawn Haven _ “The eye of the Beholder.”[/color][/centre][/h2] [centre][color=a2d39c][b]Open for Business[/b][/color] [/centre] Hector Leant back against a chair using the light from the fire to check his drawing and notes carefully, each line carefully drawn and precise instructions for the most capable to fold and shape the metal into a part for repair. It had a crude repair but he imagined its process and every step he would have had to take to manufacture it. He had not bothered to shed his decorated armour, for one it was warmer right now with the damaged door, he was used to being cold, the life of a soldier was cold and wet and usually you had to fight in it too. A master Warmaith had to adapt and work their own armour, it was a test, you had to trust your skills with your own life. There was no good weather for a soldier. He noted the woman enter, heavy set for sure, a shorter stout dark haired woman and Lunarian by her accent if correct. The warsmith was older, bearded and had one eye, sure he was not the most to look at but he had lived this long. [color=fff79a]“Greetings of the moon to ya”[/color] He said in his thick Lunarian tone and stepped over deliberately making sure he kept hands away from weapons, the woman was shorter and he showed no visible threat. “The little lady who runs the Inn be down in a minute,” The Royal Guard said as he rang a small bell on the bar. It was rough but loud for her to hear. [color=fff79a]“Hector, Royal Guard, I am New myself along with my party. Welcome to Dawn Haven. Irs a strange place.”[/color] He said explaining maybe without need but tried to show an open hand however gruff he looked. His friend was the senior officer for a reason, but he was not entirely a troll or monster either. He knew why they where distrusted and did not hold it against people especially Adon and Persephone. Those two held ranks that people were very much cautious of. Hector was honest of his description of the town, strange summed it up, the innkeeper his beneath a cloak, Blight walked in streets, Princes, and more. It was not a normal town. … Sya hered a ring clearly from downstairs, she was In corridor and had waited a few minutes just thinking in the corridor after she left Olivia's room. Thinking, just thinking as she felt the more feminine and less practical braid down her back. French instead of the more viking one she normally wore and one that felt… appropriate given how she felt also she had changed in a short time. The act was small but so very meaningful to Sya. It was a looser style and her dark Brown hair looked…well… pretty, it was very much pretty. Olivia was anything but careless in her choices… Sya felt that she had chosen it as a statement, she was more looking like somthing new, somthing diffrent. Change is not always a bad thing tracing her fingers though the looser braids and curls in her hair. Olivia's last words rang in her head, a claim of ownership, a possessive nature that she would probably have run from, anyone would but Sya was not normal. She had her normality burned away in the fires of the borderlands, been forced to become something different, her life had changed in ways she could scarcely believe. Anyone else would run… Sya kept running back to that, it made her feel… things and she was happy to risk it and worse to feel again, she felt again and had emotions more than her day to day life. She had already died once, she lived a second… She did not know how long such things would last … she might as well just admit it. She enjoyed the idea that someone felt so to be possessive of her, a humble innkeeper, a blightborn mutant no less. She felt her clothes rub against the marks that vanished down from her neck and more faded one that lay on her hand, the marks that had claimed her and did not find the idea entirely a bad one… Sya had been discarded and considered worthless, now… she was worthy of claim. No one else could understand how she felt, and that was good. No one else deserved the hardship and loss she had in her short life and second life. The bell's ring broke her thoughts and caused her to stop over thinking, she had work to do and could think of her companion later. Sya was unsure, she reached to her hood and hid her braids and her eye… or did she risk the ire and danger of others… people did not react well to the woman's appearance. Sya I'm the end decided to pull up her hood and move quietly through the inn, light and quiet as a ghost. The soft glow of her eye glittered below her hood as she made way down the stairs spotting a curvy woman's form by the taller Lunarian. She moved like she owned the place and the 5’1 small woman came behind the bar and reminded herself she was queen of this little place, this was her… her Inn. [color=c4df9b]“My name is Syraeia, I am the Inn Keeper of the Eye of Beholder.”[/color] Sya said formerly and with an even tone of voice.[color=c4df9b] “We had…an incident, we are looking to repair it as soon as possible.”[/color] She said smoothly and tackled the Elephant in the room. Or door. She overhered with her more sensitive hearing the distant conversation, senses had taken a long time to adapt too, shaking her head a little as her world coloured into a yellowy… orange…blues at the very edge of vision… like something is breaking through… something more than what her normal eye saw. [color=c4df9b]“I'm sorry Miss, we are full, the Prince booked the last two rooms we have, alongside two committed to a long term guest. I can offer you a basement to bed down, I can offer hot food, and drinks.”[/color] Sya spoke as she looked at the woman who she had to decline due to a shortage of space. [color=c4df9b]“Would you like to sit down for a hot stew and an ale?”[/color] She offered with a pleasant tone and an apology. Sya spoke softly with an easy tone and looked out under her hood, several inches shorter and much more slight than the other woman who was much more heavily built. [color=c4df9b]“Dawn Haven only really has one Inn so far, no one else wanted to take over the Inn. It's hard to attract people to this place.”[/color] Sya explained as she gestured to the whole town, she had a monopole… monopoly. That was it on trade here, some sold food, ale…but no one had the full services and so of the Eye yet. Sya grabbed a rag and wiped down the dark wood with its red veins that had noticed was dirty, the potion it was soaked in had done an amazing job to cut through the mess as she was rewarded by gleaming timber of the hardwood top. Yes, the eye was not most luxurious but it was clean and fairly well kept for a border town Inn, Sya had seen far worse places that looked more akin to barely civilised bandit lairs. [color=fff79a]“il take ale Sya” [/color]Hector said with his rougher tones, it was… hard to get used to everything about this town, the whole town was strange and they were gathering intelligence on their environment and where unwilling to act without making a complicated situation worse. [color=c4df9b]"Coming right up. I'll put that on Lord Coswains tab, Dark?”[/color] Sya said cheerfully and nipped back to grab a clean tankard from the large stone sink and tapped about to find the correct barrel for the dark ale and poured a strong smelling dark ale into a solid wooden tankard. The Prince was paying for their accommodation but their party seemed happy to pay for their food and ales. [color=fff79a]“Dark aye lass. Not like that weak watered stuff. Adon can foot the bill. Might have to send them some food up if Persephone is not up to it.”[/color] Hector said easily and leant against the bar easily and let himself relax but not too much… This town was not yet classified as friendly territory in his mind. [color=c4df9b]"I never serve it watered, youd be ran out of town where i cam efrom for that."[/color] Sya said trying to make... small talk what Sunni called it. ... [@amorphical]