[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]

Sya shook her head, she walked into that one hook line and sinker. [color=c4df9b]“Dead…you say… I'm sure the tax man will have an answer for me that makes me pay, and maybe inheritance tax too. They might make me pay twice…”[/color] Sya said with some darker humour, ever since she died to be blunt, dark humour seemed to be really funny. 

Her tone switched more serious but the evident enjoyment much as she hated to admit it… This annoying man gave her a challenge. [color=c4df9b]“People distrust me for being alive, I cannot run a loose purse too, so I have to be too proud. It's the only way they even trust me in this town. They jidge me for just existing.”[/color] Sya was expected and would be judged harshly, she would not and could not be seen to be, people would judge harshly. [color=c4df9b]“He taught me how to spot a fake anyway, too many fools tried to sell him iron as castle forged steel.”[/color] Sya said with a slightly misty tone remembering the days she sat by the forge on a cold day, working on helping him wrap handles and other minor tasks. 

[color=c4df9b]“All i know is my experience, if you academics ask the sage, Please stay well clear, I'm not sure one eye would suit you, maybe gills so you don't have to pause for breath.”[/color] Sya started in a softer wistful tone but her more humours tones cut in though she was genuine in her concern he would venture beyond the borders. She did not want to swe pwiple die, much as she was messed up she would warn and try to ensure no one went near those panda, they where cursed to her mind, it was dark... whispering anf it wnates you to become a monster. 

[color=c4df9b]“Oh how dull, though it might all be a lie, maybe it was all good till the tentacle came out or perhaps the claws… tails,? snake tail? Could have been rather cuddly…”[/color] Sya said with a teasing tone, her rebirth had left her a little…broken, was she fully sane…unlikely. Fully moral…no… broken…yes. Alive however also yes. Sya was a mess, but she carried on one day at a time. Her voice and expression made it clear she was taking a little back and well he mentioned it to the impulsive and somewhat damaged woman. 

[color=c4df9b]“Some boxes are best left shut my vexing gentleman, lest others get dirty.”[/color] Sya said with a dark chuckle and a glint to her eye, she did not make it to Dawn Haven by being weak or without a ruthless streak, though that soon was replaced by her normal blues glow and softer expressive nature to her large eye. [color=c4df9b]“Some things are best in the past, people are not ready to know those things. I'd rather have a fresh start.”[/color] Sya's voice was more border accented and she let the harsher tones out, more of a hybrid than any formal language. 

[color=c4df9b]“Hey, did you see a cat, hmm maybe we do need a town clock and some bells… Prince might not know what time it is. That would be a akwakrd way to start.”[/color] Sya said, tripping back to a softer tone, she hopped between like it was not even noticed. Her mind switched and she followed it, but she was curious at the delay, good…bad…or just time got away and he could not find his good dress sword and well performance mattered. The Royals put on a show on levels she did not understand. 

[@Dezuel]