War of the Lost Kingdom

The beer soothes the spiciness in Gretas mouth and after taking a long pull she makes an audible "ahh" before setting down the tankard.

"What do they call you?" she asks the Taur bartender before adding "I am Greta Ingvarsdottir" and offers her hand.

FIDELL'S

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Zifu acknowledged the time and picked up the glass. She held it at an angle, inspecting the color and opacity of the white wine. Tilting the glass towards her, she took a brief sniff of the aroma, then a small sip to allow the body of the wine to develop.

Satisfied, she set the glass down and waited for her meal. Her eyes took in the decor and other guests in a casual sweep of the atmosphere, before returning her attention to the view.

FIDELL'S

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Zifu idly watched the fray until her meal arrived with an air of indifference. As the plate was set, she devoted her time and attention to the meal, enjoying the very small bites that eliminate any need for a napkin and savoring the experience. Every second or third bite was followed by a dainty sip of the wine, and she marveled at the enhancement of flavors.

Only after pursuing half of her meal did Zifu remember the fight at the docks, and glanced over to see if things had settled and the crowds dispersed. Regardless of the outcome, she continued to dine.

Beast of Burden

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"Well met Toyacheck." says Greta to the barkeep. "Me and Doc here," she points at her drinking companion "just signed up at the fortress. What news have you heard? We’re new in town."

Beast of Burden

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"Wildlanders you say?!" Greta looks at Toyachek with mock fright. "Gods damn Doc, Wildlanders!" Her expression shifts to mirth as she laughs into her beer.

FIDELL'S

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"Your advice is well received," said Zifu, politely dabbing the corner of her lips with her napkin, despite the presence of nothing to dab, "as was the meal. My compliments. What is your name, sir? I shall remember this establishment for later."

She paid for her meal, leaving a bonus of 2 cobalt marks as compensation for the experience. Zifu then took the waiter's advice and graciously departed the restaurant. Her return to the fort took the same path, though Zifu kept note of anything that might have changed as the evening deepened.

Doc smirks "Wouldn't want to run into one of them."
He takes a long gulp of ale
His face hardens a bit "I swear, if I'm truly being sent to kill dwarves for the king..." he curses in Muldini and his face turns to cynicism "Wouldn't be surprised if the rumors are true."

I keep smiling.

Beast of Burden

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"The plague is real." says Greta flatly, with a little edge to her voice. She looks down into her tankard, seemingly lost in thought, or maybe just feeling a little drunk.

I begin dealing the cards.

Xiao Zifu returned to the fort, her steps notably quicker once the sun set. Once inside the gate, she paused to fan herself down and seemingly spoke to herself about the need for a carriage, or at least an escort, for the next time; at which her owl crawled up from out of her robes to settle on her shoulder, obviously unfazed by whatever happened and enjoying his own free ride.

Once collected, Zifu returned to her quarters to rest and prepare for the next day.