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"Anyway, pardon the intrusion."

She finally got her things folded and sat aside before grabbing a towel from the dry rack nearby.

"Frankly, I've been waiting all day to get in here, guests or not. These water work wonders on aching muscles."

Her skin was fair and less scaled++

"Male... Tiran... woman ... Mara. Ask if you need anything..."

With each new introduction, it seemed almost thematic. The witches servants were of demonic heritage, something not overly common, all things considered, which begged the question as to why or how she could employ such beings.

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Through the walls like blood through the veins of the body.

The candle lights seemed to ignite and extinguish based on the presence of others. The walls themselves felt like they may even be capable of movement.

++ until they are in full view of the party.

"G-guests...?" The word hung alone in the air, her voice practically projected to their minds as well as their ears.

"Good Azeal, please show the women to their chambers and provide them gowns for the evening. I shall show the gentleman to theirs." ++

Adriel gazed upon the broken demon before him and sighed. He never would be one to openly disagree with his highness tho he simply took pleasure elsewhere in his own methods.

"True enough, I've always been partial to the hope you might give them right before such a lovely gaze is snuffed like ++

"Do not worry dear, you would not be coming as a student. Call this a curiosity or a personal request of mine. Dragonkin are truly fascinating as people, but very little is known at large, making them a prime mystery for mages like myself."

Removing her hat and cloak to better converse with the++

One of these being a particular woman situated near the end of the docks just before one might reach the city proper. Seems she was looking for a few particular figures and spotting the group of four certainly peaked her interest.

"Let's see who we can get to first..."

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The city hummed and thrumed with the sounds of countless busy bodies. Noise of all kinds filled the air as souls flooded the streets, filling wavy blocks with the thundering sounds of business.

Today was the day of market and with it came a whole new tide +++

#OpenRP #FantasyRP
#DetailedRP

"I could really use some more canvases, new rolls of leather and fabrics couldn't hurt either. Last order really took every last strand of satin I had left..."

He fixed the cuffs surrounding his wrists his dress far more casual than what one might normally ++++

Den Ghilla, owner of the Violet Serpent, and the caretaker and boss of Olivan. A woman whose fiery complexion sits second to her attitude and heated demeanor.

Protective and possessive with plenty of her own faults.

With far more below her surface than one might truly expect at first glance.

Olivan "Oli" Windelt. An "entertainer" by his own lable and one that revels in the squirming of those with eyes on him. Nothing fills him with more joy than watching the drunken lust fade from his clients face when they hear a simple two letter word pass from his lips.

"No"

The minister of magicians and local mentor of magic as a whole in the city. Thera Val is a woman of principle and dignity wearing it all on her sleeve.

Though quite powerful she is a true proponent of scalpel solutions rather than a sledgehammer and often lends an ear to those in need of it.

Quintus Arlane, a tailor often commissioned by the noble families of Adorea. A prideful mand on the surface and on the trail of constantly elevating his craft.

Behind closed doors however Quintus can be act far from the face he puts on for the public something very few often get to see.