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Reina Lockwood

It was troublingly easy, getting past their guards—had they been pillagers, their small town would have been burned to the ground in no time. Still, Reina was glad their ruse worked without a hitch. Tobi probably wouldn't be too happy if she started unnecessary fights, and picking one with people who were scared out of their wits would have been no fun anyway. So instead, she thanked the knight as he ushered them through the gates, a sad little smile on her face to drive their ploy home, and followed after Lyra. They kept up with the façade until they were well past the gates, but even as they veered far out of the guards' sight, she couldn't help but feel as though she was under scrutiny.

Reina leaned closer to Lyra, about to ask whether she felt the same way, when Lyra's stomach rumbled loudly, sending her into a short fit of giggles. Her laughter pealed and cut through the tense-filled air, catching the wary attention of the people nearby. From the suspicious glances they threw her way and the hushed murmuring that accompanied then, it was almost as though they'd never heard laughter before. Was this how deeply fear had taken root in the town and its people? A frown tugged at her lips; she couldn't imagine living in constant fear. It must get tiring! And depressing.

"That looks like a tavern over there, yeah?" she pointed out, feeling her own hunger start to surface. "We can eat and scheme there!"

Reina hooked her arm around the brunette's and led her northeast, toward the establishment with thick stone walls and a timeworn hanging sign that was no longer legible. The ever vigilant eyes of the Hebetude townsfolk never strayed from the two outsiders. As they crossed through a particularly busy section of the town, the buzzing of chatter lulled and crowds parted as though they were some plague-ridden creature they didn't want to get into contact with.

"Jeez. From the way they're treating us, you'd think we were the walking dead," she whispered to Lyra, making faces at the people who stared at them still.

But as annoying as it was to be treated like a pariah, Reina was able to glean some pertinent information from the town's cold treatment. It seemed there were only two things that set off the poor townsfolks, and only two things that they wouldn't approach: the pair of women outsiders strolling freely about their town, and the curiously heavily-guarded temple at the easternmost side of town. It might have well been a coincidence, but her gut told her otherwise.

By the time they arrived at the tavern, which turned out to be an inn as well, the sun hung low over the walls, casting a dimly golden glow over the small town. The tavern housed only a handful of patrons—a group of five drunkards incoherently raging about the state of their town, three women who watched them apprehensively, and an armored man chatting up one of the barmaids. Reina took special note of him.

"So what do we do? Doesn't look like anyone's going to talk to us." Reina asked after they'd settled on a rickety table at the far end of the tavern. From where they were seated, they could glimpse the holy structure through the latticed window. The distant figures of the guards surrounding it made Reina restless, and again her hands clenched. 

"It looks like something's up with the temple, though," she leaned in, whispering to Lyra conspiratorially when the tavern keeper brusquely handed them their meals. Reina looked only too eager at the prospect of some action, signature telltale grin on her lips and eyes gleaming mischievously. "Want to go check it out?"
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