[center][h2][color=9a45dc]Ivor, The Wild[/color][/h2][/center]
[sub]Location: Main Square → Eye of the Beholder[/sub]
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Ivor’s words seemed to reach her as she wrapped him up in a gentle embrace, he reciprocated the gesture by placing a hand on her back. The sensation of her tail poking him in the back was rather odd, but somehow felt appropriate given her quirkiness. The two released each other and the giant lifted himself up to full height once more, ensuring the fish were properly held up. Sya agreed to allow him to escort her, her offer of homemade liquor further incentivizing the blightborn further as his eyes lit up at the prospect.

The trip to the building was short, the conversation brief, but it wasn’t hard to notice how her tail acted more like its own independent appendage. He wondered how useful it was to have something you could both glide along the ground and hold objects with. The contemplation was short lived as Sya requested firewood, listing all the reasons she needed it. At this point in the year, everyone needed firewood, but Sya’s business would need more than its abundant share and he was happy to provide it when time was willing. There were no plans for a hunt at the moment or the near future, so for a little while, Ivor could indulge himself in helping out the town where he could. [i][color=9a45dc]“I’ll see to your firewood when I am able Syraea, I need to check around town first, haven’t had a chance to since I’ve come back.”[/color][/i] Thinking on that, it had been a while since he’d seen Miss Eris, he was probably overdue for a lesson at this point. She probably wasn’t free at the moment, but it couldn’t hurt to stop by and plan for a future engagement.

Sya directed him to where he could store the fish, and he set about the task, encouraging her to wait for him while he stored the meat. He trudged around the building, finding the cellar as she described, though the entrance was just barely big enough for his frame to fit into. He was able to squeeze himself down, dragging the fish in after him as he found the storage room filled with ice blocks. He strung up the fish to the rafters, their blue/purple scales shimmering in whatever available light there was. Satisfied he squeezed himself from the cellar, shutting the doors behind him and making his way back up front to meet up with Sya. [i][color=9a45dc]“Alright my dear, now where is this home brew you were telling me all about?”[/color][/i]

Sya opened the door to her tavern, letting herself in first, then gesturing to Ivor as he ducked his head to enter the building. He gazed around the tavern, not having been here since he accidentally broke the main door. Some eyes were upon him, wondering who it was that just let in the cold. In his exuberance, the man couldn’t help himself as he greeted the tavern whole with a hearty, [color=9a45dc]“Good morning everyone!”[/color] Ivor made sure he swapped back to the common tongue, [color=9a45dc]“Good to be back!”[/color] He laughed heartily. Some raised their glasses in greeting, most were still far too tired to deal with his shenanigans as they tried to make themselves as invisible as possible. Ivor approached the counter, following in Sya’s wake as she rounded the corner of her bar, deftly producing her fabled homebrew to him with her tail, swishing the bottle’s contents. He accepted the bottle graciously, tucking it into a pouch beneath his furs.  [i][color=9a45dc]“You should be proud of all you’ve accomplished Syraea, be proud of who you are.”[/color][/i] He spoke to her in the native tongue once more, [i][color=9a45dc]“Don’t forget, anyone gives you trouble, you send them my way,”[/color][/i] the giant winked. 

He began to stand upright and take his leave, surveying the area as he went. Some faces he recognized, such as the Rider from a few weeks back, she looked much better and less cold than when she first arrived into town. Most of the other faces were people he’d seen around town, but hadn’t properly interacted with yet, though one face in particular caught his attention. A certain red headed woman in a darker space of the dining area, sitting quietly, drinking from a mug she had both hands wrapped around. Though he intended on going to visit the sages, perhaps he could make time for a small detour and check in on his companion. Bumbling his way and squeezing in between tables, he found himself in front of the woman with burning eyes, [color=9a45dc]“Good morning Miss Kira!”[/color] The blightborn smiled, [color=9a45dc]“I am hoping that this day is finding you well, my friend!”[/color]

[sub]Interacting with Sya [@PrinceAlexus] & Kira [@The Muse]; Mentions Persephone[/sub]