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	The innkeeper stood back on his heels and crossed his arm over his chest, raising a brow at the growling animal but refraining from saying anymore about it. The older woman addressed him first with the withdrawal of her bottle, and Reether shook his head. "No cheap booze here. If ya' find a dwarf like that, send him my way, and I'll let you drink whatever you want! That doesn't mean there's nothing you can do for me to get some, though." Well, there was a distillery in the lower city, he thought offhandedly, but they hadn't the manpower to defend and run it, yet. Their short exchange only lasting a few moments, his attention was caught but the owner of that white vermin. He first nodded at the pale child's apology, but let her continue as she explained but her ability to pay for her friend's bottle in furs. Looking them over from his position, and seeing only a bit of what she boasted, he wondered what she actually had in the case of 'rarities.' Sure, a real blue snow-rabbit pelt, once valued at several hundred gold, was rare, but it did nothing but look pretty, and held no value in terms of usability. However, the girl, despite speaking in a refined manner, did not hold any hoity air, and Reether believed that she likely held something of actual value. Thanks to the size Urenda once boasted, there was still much in the terms of resources in the lower city. No doubt, the furs she would give would be at least as valuable as a raiding party sent down to collect the supplies she needed. He opened his mouth to respond, but she went on to address her... 'mutations.'

    "If you plan on trading these furs for things like stone, lumber, mortar, and tools, you can stay in one of our rooms while you do so. We always need furs; we have a lot of bodies to keep warm, especially with the coming winter." Reether's word lost their rolling edges as he calmed, and he spoke more clearly. "As for... what did you call them? Mutations? Darling, I don't know what rock you've been living under, but you're far from the worst thing this world has created." He ended the sentence with a laugh from his belly, and he shook his head. He didn't mean to offend her for her insecurities, but the aged human had a hard time believing anyone here would think the poor girl an abomination. But, he lived in one of the kindest places in existence on Reath; people were ugly now, and he believed that she had seen unfair treatment thanks to her physiology in other places, but those were not the people he wanted in his town. "It's of no consequence to me, child, and certainly no offense!" He ended with a nod to the other woman's simple, truthful remark. "Though, I'll give you a piece of advice: people will think you're a 'were if you don't tell 'em otherwise."

    "I'll have one of the girl's show you where you can stay, and after that I would go to the Priests and tell them what you need. You may wind up talking a stroll with some backup down to the lower city, due to us not having much of that stuff laying around up here." He addressed the group as a whole now, looking at each of the unfamiliar faces with a raised brow. "Now, let's get some introductions done, shall we? I'm Reether, and that's what you can call me. I run the inn, and I keep an eye on food stores for the priests and watch the people to make sure everyone's fed and clothed." He hadn't always divulged such information, as little it did to give others an edge over him, but there were a few times people tried to get between the two, thinking there was little loyalty. "If you need something, it's best to come to me first or one of the girls and not bother the elves. I can usually help you." The innkeeper turned to the new arrival. "I don’t believe I've seen you here before either. Are you new to the city?" He asked curiously, wanting to know if he should give her the rundown the way he had just before. It wasn't like he minded. Just as he was pleased to see the dwarf he had saw approach the girl for his own reasons, he was pleased to have to introduce new people to the city. It was this sense of community, he knew, that kept Urenda going.

	The maid pouted a bit, as though the dwarf's kind decision had hurt her. "Alrighty, but you better come back for a meal after you run out of food!" She poured him a cup of water afterward, whether or not he was paying attention. After the dwarf seemed to wake up more, she made sure he heard her small comment, "Grab me if you need anything," before she left him to his discussion. The young girl looked around the inn. It was a cozy place and somewhat small, which was why Urendites came in waves for their meals - they wouldn't all fit in the inn! She went around to the tables a few locals she knew, giving refreshment or a kick a light kick in the rump where it was needed. 

	Tori approached the table of jovial elves that had come in the night before. She knew they were to be fed, as the Priests respected them for their vigil over the commoners they had brought to the city. They had been entertaining themselves, and their pleasant demeanor, so different from what mood usually lingered in the inn, made Tori smile. "Heya, guys!" She greeted them again, this time having not been the first, but the only time she actually stayed for a moment between her hustle. "Can I get you guys anything?" She looked around slyly, especially at Reether, and stooped a bit to sate her own curiosity. "You were the ones who came with that group, right? How many of you were there?"

Honeypaw

	The apprentice dropped the bundle in front of her with a bit of a grunt. She licked her muzzle to clean it off and chuckled at herself a small bit. "Yeah, it would probably be easier if we split it up." She might have been able to get it back on her own, but Duskclaw's help would make the task that much easier. She pawwed at the bundle to take a portion of it off, and slid a healthy clump of it toward the warrior to add to his own. 

	"Thanks so much! And thank you for bringing me out this morning! I really appreciate it, and I'm sure Frostbite does too!" The apprentice's voice wavered a bit at the end, only because she wasn't actually completely confident in her words. Sometimes,her mentor could be hard to read. She put the thought out of her mind as she gathered up the moss. When Duskclaw was ready, she followed close behind him away from the sycamore.

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