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[Color=darkturquoise]Race: [/color]Changeling
[Color=green]Class:[/color] Part-Time Fighter
[Color=cornflowerblue]Location:[/color] Upper Viewing Lounge, Airship to Khorvaire
[Color=tan]Equipment:[/color]
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[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Lots of Clothes
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Arming sword
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Battle-axe
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Mace
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Daggers
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Bow & Arrows
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Shortsword
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Leather Armor
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Half-plate Armor
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Hide Armor
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Toolkit
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Camping Equipment
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Locked chest filled with old trinkets that ARE NOT FOR SALE
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Magnifying glass
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Diary
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Sketchbook
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Pencils
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Dried and Cured Meats
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Nuts
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Second Locked Chest with self-care products
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Bag of holding[/hider]
[Color=lightblue]Attire:[/color] beige trousers, brown tunic, and worn brown boots
[color=brown]Gold Balance:[/color] 5
[Color=silver]Injuries:[/color] None currently
[Color=white]Current Persona:[/color] [b][color=silver]Wendel[/color][/b]
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[Color=silver]“Ugh…”[/color] 

Wendel somberly peered down at the brown coin sack and an open hardcover book at his table whilst he sat comfortably in one of the Upper Viewing Lounge’s plush seats. 

[I][Color=mediumpurple]Plan: Purchase tickets for the Stormrider airship to Khovaire. We should buy out a single room with multiple cots for privacy and so there won't be any problem when things change. Let's keep it to a maximum of four changes, please.

-Nessa[/color]

[Color=cornflowerblue]Used the rest of the funds to purchase three private rooms on the Stormrider. The keys are in our bag. In the event of any sudden changes, try to use a second room. The third room should be left vacant for me if I happen to make it onto the airship. It's a suitable reward for my thoughtfulness. Keep the maximum changes to three. Thank you.

-Lady Eleanor Meridian

Also, replenish the pouch. I cannot afford to live on five gold coins.[/color][/I]

The gruff old dwarf let out the lowest of groans, his shoulders slumping down at the poor decisions that were outside of his control. He wasn't sure if he'd rather not be the one to deal with this dilemma or if he simply wished Eleanor did not have to be such a spoiled brat. He nearly grumbled a foul insult aimed at the woman but noticing his cup of tea returned him to his center. Grabbing the cup while wishing it was mead instead, Wendel took a careful sip before setting it back onto the table. 

[Color=silver]“Damned girl.”[/color] Wendel was unable to keep himself from cursing. Tea was wonderful, yet [I]it[/I] had its limits. [Color=silver][I]These seats aren't even all that great, and I’m sure the view is better from the bar deck judging from its positioning…[/I][/color] Wendel turned his head, only to make eye contact with the elven couple side-eyeing him again. Sighing, he collected his things. [Color=silver][I]And I’m tired of these snobby youngins staring at me like I'm a rogue or a stowaway. I paid for this ticket. The proof’s in my sack![/I][/color] And with a mild gruff, the old dwarf made his leave from the Upper Viewing Lounge with his warm cup of tea in hand and his journal tucked beneath his opposite arm. 

And so, Wendel toured the airship, without rhyme or reason to his path. He just took in the scenery, on and off the vessel that carried everyone aboard to their desired destination of Khovaire. He had missed his home continent for quite some time and was happy to be in a familiar place where he could rely on the societies he knew like the back of his hand. 

Every so often, he'd stop in place to take a short sip from his cup followed by an exhale of satisfaction. Still, he yearned for his tea to be mead. Just a taste wouldn't hurt. As long as he did not let sweet alcoholic nectar take hold of him, he would not invoke an unwanted change. However, Miris and Nessa had written out the rules quite clearly. No drinking. No fighting. No overworking. No making a butt of yourself. No violence. The last one was specifically for Vrexen who'd never read it in the journal. Still, it was scribbled bold and large on the page. 

After five minutes of his deepest contemplation, Wendel reached the top deck with his eyes set on the bar serviced by a… Warforged!

[Color=silver]“Ah… Ooh… Magnificent!”[/color] He said under his breath but his excitement was impossible for one to miss. Stopped in his tracks, he marveled at her from afar. Wendel had always found these beings to be rather extraordinary from the first time he set eyes on them. He took a step forward before noticing something bigger. Not just big in proportions but in terms of a finding. As he laid his eyes on Bastion, a heavily reinforced towering warforged, Wendel found himself smitten with joy. Unbeknownst to him, he was walking a fine line between remaining as himself and changing into someone else. 

[Color=silver]“I knew it.”[/color] Wendel said as he walked over to approach Bastion with the warmest smile he could muster. [Color=silver]“I knew it I knew it. I knew it! I knew it was the right choice to leave smug folk on the Upper Lounge. Just look at you!”[/color] Wendel exclaimed looking up at Bastion. [Color=silver]“You’re a fine sight to behold, young man- hmm…”[/color] He squinted closely at Bastion's frame before piping up again. [Color=silver]“Apologies. The wear and tear tells me you might be my peer… or scratch that, you might be my senior! You wear your age well, my friend. Far better than I.”[/color] He chuckled and leaned his side against the railing to keep the journal tucked as he extended his hand out. [Color=silver]“My name's Wendel. Mind if I join you? The view is much better from here.”[/color] He took a short look at the birds flying alongside the airship, not only happy with his decision but also with the thought of only having five gold coins to his name far from his thoughts.

He even forgot about the mead.

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