[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 finding the blightborns' reactions a curious mix as she seemed to react  much as she hid from being called.. Miss? The gold and other things that did not seem to add up… was she ..  something different? But without any frame of reference it could just be another blight, oddity and strange factor of the second life that changed everyone In unique ways. [color=c4df9b]“Enjoy Miss, itssss not bad, I enjoyed it.”[/color] Sya had a bottle before trying it, and honestly it was hardly the greatest but plenty drinkable. Her questions where ruse to ask so she held back and remained polite and kept to her innkeeper approach to things. 

She was caught slightly off guard but leaned In when she motioned to whisper and had to work a little to translate her speech…maybe she was rusty… or just a blight effect?  

Sya sway lessened as she concentrated and a large blue eye looked thoughtful as she considered the problem and potential solutions for the woman, this Nesna was obviously a little more in need of tailored help and she could not say she did not feel for others, just that she liked money… money made people respect you regardless of who you were. Gold was a universal multiplier. A Blightborn who needed help…well Sya could not leave her without help so considered what she had tried to think what might be suitable. 

[color=c4df9b]“Its alright Miss,you're my guessst now. Itsss not a bother. You prefer Miss, Mrs? Somthing else?”[/color] Sya said firmly but gently and waved off the apology with an easy smile, she was comfortable… or least had to appear to run the Inn. However she felt could be allowed out once she was in the privacy of her own rooms and able to just collapse and curl up on the cushions of her snug room. 

For now Sya needed to be strong and not let the weight break on her back…spine…  tail… her body hardly made sense. She did know where all the important bits seemed to be located.

[color=c4df9b]“Give me a minute, il warm you something up. We are kinda ssshort on everything right now.”[/color] Sya said, handing her a wooden cup for the wine, hardly the finest but it was clean and made of a smoothly turned dark wood. It was not meant for wine totally but she had not much else spare to hand right at this second. 

Sya slithered and vanished into the chaotic kitchen behind the bar though her tail was seen having reached about the corner and was busily swishing about as she looked for something. She was not confident she would not burn herself otherwise so it stretched behind her, poked round the door and into the bar area. 

She found what she was looking for, a child's chicken soup that most had not wanted and ate the sweets and other things but Sya thought it probably was the closest to a broth she had available right now. Warming some in a pan she reached down to stoke the fire abit more and sighed as she got the hem of her dress dirty… She needed to explore her wardrobe options. 

She sang along as she cooked, falling into her borderland language, her vowels harsher and older, less like the kingdoms and into a language that was sadly a rarer thing to find in the world. 

[color=c4df9b]“The fairer sex, they often call it
But her love's as unfair as a crook
It steals all my reason
Commits every treason
Of logic, with naught but a look
A storm raging on the horizon
Of longing and heartache and lust
She's always bad news
It's always lose, lose
So tell me love, tell me love
How is that just?
But the story is this
She'll destroy with her sweet kiss
Her sweet kiss
But the story is this
She'll destroy with her sweet kiss”[/color]

Sya never finished as she put a bowel of the soup into a plain wooden bowel she washed quickly, tossing some bread on the side. It was not much but it was a hot meal. [color=c4df9b]“Coming Miss Nessna,”[/color] Sya said as she presented the meal. [color=c4df9b]“Chicken, bread, and some vegetables. Should be ok?”[/color] Sya said as she presented it on the bar top alongside some chunky bread and a spoon. She tilted her head a little as she asked and made a matching tilt to her tails tip in a linked motion. She had to just trust her… instincts to that and they tended to work.

[color=c4df9b]“If you like it, we can make sure to save some for you.”[/color] She offered gently and quietly. Sya was not heartless… she might not be best at handling…well many things but she tried to help people even if she was a rather broken person. 

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