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Post by callmedelta on Dec 21, 2020 17:19:48 GMT -5
"Oh, are you from Elenria, then?" the woman asked, "The only other Inselni I've had tip before was from Elenria, and you have a pretty similar accent, too."
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Post by StaolDerg on Dec 21, 2020 18:23:09 GMT -5
Ipara chuckled. "I am. Not many of us get to leave often... these days. Sorry for Franch, by the way. Ah-" she stumbled on the words- "New speaker." She hoped the woman understood.
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Post by callmedelta on Dec 22, 2020 17:51:22 GMT -5
The woman chuckled, "Don't worry about it. You speak Franch pretty well, and I'm sure it's not easy to learn a new language. Any particular reason you're here in Franerre?"
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Post by StaolDerg on Dec 22, 2020 20:07:52 GMT -5
The Inselni looked about with a small smile, crossing her arms. "On my first Wanderer Path. I'm just going about and doing my thing- probably look for work tonight or maybe just find some lodging at a cheap tavern. It's nice to stretch my limbs for once on somewhere that isn't a desk and half a bank's weight in paperwork."
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Post by callmedelta on Dec 22, 2020 20:26:39 GMT -5
"Well, I don't know much about your paths, but you might want to head uptown. That's where most of the Elenrian community is here in Elenerre, and you can probably find somewhere to sleep. Don't know how the jobs look up there, though, but you seem like the resourceful type."
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Post by StaolDerg on Dec 22, 2020 21:29:40 GMT -5
Ipara nodded in gratitude. "I appreciate the information. I'll be heading up there then, there's always some kind of hard labor job open from my experience. Thank you, ma'am."
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Post by callmedelta on Dec 22, 2020 23:11:56 GMT -5
"Don't worry about it. Considering your tip, I think that makes up about even. Now, if you'll excuse me," the woman said, gesturing to the lone human by the chessboard, who by now had returned to reading their book out of boredom, "I think I'd better hurry up, before Louis gets his nose too deep into that book."
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Post by StaolDerg on Dec 22, 2020 23:16:19 GMT -5
Ipara nodded. "Of course. Have a good one, ma'am."
She made her way out, exiting to the street and heading uptown as the waitress had recommended. Wary of the Takpoe seal on her shoulder, she shifted the cloack on her back to cover at least part of it, just in case she ran into a group of thugs along the way.
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