[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/241208/a04161052c56932d95d6bf9168fcef02.png[/img][/center][hr][i]The Eye of the Beholder[/i][hr]

Nesna stood for a moment, her bags hovering behind her, to take in the scene. What a warm, comfortable sort of place. It held a certain provincial charm, no doubt. It was well-maintained, lit, and loved—something like the inverse of the old family home. There weren’t the drippings of fortune to be lost, but of small wealth to be made. It showed sort of quiet optimism that the day—or perhaps night—had been altogether lacking for some time, certainly where Nesna had lived, anyway. This, really, was a peasant’s providence if nothing else—the sort of place where the servants might have gone on their day off to enjoy a pleasant treatment.

And all the same, it felt strange to be standing here. It was strange to be here, looking at people not from a longing distance, but rather as a person amongst the living, and it was stranger still to see the odd few blightborn going about their business as if there was nothing insane about this entire affair. But then, looking at the bar and who was behind it, the real surprise was all the normal people there. On Lunarian soil, there was a blightborn working at a tavern! What a strange place Dawnhaven was indeed!

Nesna’s ears perked slightly as she heard different bits of conversation from all over the room. How overwhelming camaraderie could be! There was nothing else to be done, then, but to see to finding residence and refreshments. The latter seemed easier than the former, and so Nesna resolved to step up to the counter. Without taking a seat, she stood there and gently waved her hand to get the attention of the woman behind the bar. Despite her best efforts, she could conceal a furrowing of her brow as she got a better look at the woman working there.

Slithering around the place was a cyclops with ears much like Nesna’s own. The way she navigated the bar gave a real sense of familiarity, and with the decor of the place, Nesna had to wonder if this…person?—if she was the proprietor. This woman inspired an odd feeling in Nesna. On some accounts, it could have been worse. This woman was entirely inhuman in her lower body, twisted beyond all recognition. And her visage was changed, perhaps far dramatically, by that one great eye than Nesna’s own was by her four. But on the other hand, it was simply eerie looking back at someone else so afflicted, and a touch stomach-turning to see how…well…the woman seemed to be. It was bewildering, sure, but a question that absolutely could not be sensibly posed so early on.

When she finally got the woman’s attention, Nesna spoke firmly, with a polite smile forced onto her face.

[color=DDA0DD]“If I could trouble you, Miss,”[/color] she began, [color=DDA0DD]“It is my understanding that there are lodgings available. I wish to purchase a room and something to eat and drink. Regrettably, I do not have any coin with me; will gold suffice?”[/color]

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