[h1][centre][color=a2d39c]Syraeia Leela “Sy-a” Inn Keeper[/color][/centre][/h1]
[h2][centre][color=a2d39c]Dawn Haven _ “Town Sqauee”[/color][/centre][/h2]
[centre][color=a2d39c][b]10 am[/b][/color] [/centre]

A clean-shaven man came up to Sya, she was more concerned to notice the man straightway eye drawn to the stage, her Inn behind it and guards marching in as they saluted. They had talked for a short time and took their places in the line. Each guard, unlike normal, seemed to be dressed in their full finery, alert and at strict parade postures backs straight, spears and other weapons held tight and towering like trees of the forest. There was more on show than they ever normally saw on duty for both nations' soldiers.

His comments about her eyes made her cross her arms and look up with a somewhat glare, a little huff and gesture of annoyance.[color=c4df9b] “Keep your orbs where they belong please, I'm not that kind.”[/color] Sya said with a little bit of an attitude, it was not unknown for people to have a… thing for blightborn however feared or even illegal to exist in pain of death. She really was not interested in that if that was what he was after. [color=c4df9b]“I have a name, I'm not a orb, you can call me Mistress Leela.”[/color] Sya gave her full name and title however it was natural she felt Sya did not represent her feelings at being named after her eye, it was only like the 100th time someone had made that creative link. 

Sya looked at the chair and sighed, yes she was further back and seeing as not too easy but she was small, it was a large crowd and many more were taller than the woman who was finding this man quite frustrating. [color=c4df9b]“You are here to vex me? Much as you are also correct. They are rather tall, broad and packed together.”[/color] Sya said, letting her native more guttural accent and wording come through her common tongue, it was only when she was frustrated, angry or more pleasurable loss of control she tended to go like her birth accent. [color=c4df9b]“The word I'm told is Petite.”[/color] Sya said with a level of bite and challenge to the man with those pale blue eyes. She had one arm on a post and a second by her side, the chair was balanceable and she did have a better view of things.

[color=c4df9b]“You really should be careful who you upset, you never know what their job is” [/color]She said trying to be diplomatic, this man would likely refuse a room at this rate even if he had gold coins if this was his normal personality.

[color=c4df9b]“Are you here as the court jester?"[/color] Sya said with a raised expression despite having one eye, her version of a raised eyebrow. 




[@Dezuel]