[h1][centre][color=a2d39c]Syraeia Leela “Sy-a” Inn Keeper[/color][/centre][/h1]
[h2][centre][color=a2d39c]Eye of Beholder”[/color][/centre][/h2]
[centre][color=a2d39c][b] Onions are cute, Sya has a Crush?[/b][/color] [/centre]
[centre][color=a2d39c][b] Now with 50% more blood alcohol content.
Sloshed snakes can slither too[/b][/color][/centre]

Sya was in good cheer as she helped the woman she later learned was named Nyla, a woman who was seemingly polite, she was definitely from the lands of sun and sand of her tan was anything to go by yet.. something was off.. Sya had a hint of something, but her brain was too fuzzy to even want to unlock that mystery. She would leave that be and Sya neatly and slowly wrote Nyla name Into her book, the woman was educated but a year of …hell and more had changed her and she was relearning things again. She hoped that more might return… Maybe one day? Perhaps… more human…again?

Sya's tail paused its sway as she concentrated and her eye focused on the page with its ink drying and glittering in the firelight. Her name was written out in neat small scripts along with others. [color=c4df9b]“Room One, good choice. It's clean, if you need extra blanketsssss or so. I'll try, but I cannot promise Nyla. We are quite busssy and newly expanded.”[/color] She looked about and frowned at a shout in the Inn but she remained focused on the woman right now taking a sip of water and much as she looked at the sweet treats about, Sya was unable to really enjoy, especially as she was not sure about how her changed, changed form would react to such things.

[color=c4df9b]“Never quiet, my Inn Is one of the few places in town to get a meal, keep warm and feel safe from the dark outside home. The firesss never stop like a border hall's warmth.”[/color] Sya admitted but with a little florish and drama to her tone, she enjoyed the job and interacting with people. [color=c4df9b]“But the Prince's feast has made it particularly busy today, bards. puppet shows, we've been running off feet and tail it seems. It all just scaled... past us, busy eggs we be.”[/color] Sya added with a giggle and her tail matching her hands gesture with a flicker of mischief in her eye. 

Sya felt generous in her drunken mood but also the fact Nyla had been polite and respectful. She topped up her glass with some more of the wine. Sya was tight but the princess was paying the bills today so… She would probably not be his favourite person when he got the bills for the feast today. [color=c4df9b]“Enjoy, He is rather ssskilled, reminds me of old Lords feasts. Like… magical almost.”[/color] Sya said with an odd tone watching the man as she swayed to the music, her tail tip tracing a pattern in the air as she did so. 

[color=c4df9b]“One or two. Long asss I'm not getting me in trouble with your commander for letting you get drunk on duty, he does not exactly like me.. Dark Ale, Hopefully get some in from Dunatall of things work out.”[/color]Sya said as she turned her eye on the guard who arrived and walked in shouting always joined by a man who she least had heard had a reputation as a ladies man or so the gossips said and beckoned for one of her staff to agree and give ale.

She did not know too much about him bar he worked with stones and had probably spent the last however long helping build the Prince's rather large and fancy home… her own was hardly basic how Sya thought with an internal smile, her floor was rather luxurious, even the cottage she would of had back home was several times smaller however cute and cozy it was, sitting next to a large oak tree and a rock that no one had bothered to ever remove, too heavy and tough it would of been nice start of a garden… Random thoughts turned back to then present. 

[color=c4df9b]“No trouble gentlemen, Eat, Drink, but no fightsss. Even if they Jelous husbands mr Mason.”[/color] Sya said firmly as she worked the bar, Becky and Vala being busy about the Inn keeping up with the flow of tasks that kept them busy. Sya kept her Inn under her hand, it was her Inn regardless of if they Lord, Guard or whatever else came in the door. 

If she did not treat this as her own domain, others would not respect her in it. 

She looked about, everything else was the mix of normal engagement of people, emotions and quietly basked in the energy of the Inn, it felt like a warm blanket… She never took much, just a little and it sustained her quietly, cautiously and without fuss. No one thought too hard about feeling a tiny bit tired after a few drinks. A blightborn needed to live after all. 

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