Jeshin reaches the door hanging slightly ajar at the top of the steps, opens it the rest of the way then steps through the portal. The sounds and smells of the seedy tavern take over the smell from the room in the basement. She hated this place. It's name, The Burned Garden, was an accurate depiction of both the inside and outside, having gone unrepaired for years. She could hear Uporin screaming at his staff to her right, then rush out the back of the tavern. She narrowed her eyes. He knew what would happen if she had to come find him tonight, but that didn’t mean she trusted him. If his kin saw him like this, a coward and cheat, they would have taken him to a deep cave and beaten him to death when he came of age. Honorless cowards don’t deserve life according to the kulam.
Her response makes him grin again. “So captain, what’s next?”
Jeshin and Joshua enter the door of their inn, the Jaded Gnome. Joshua takes his leave and approaches a table with a well-muscled elf and a thin, floating creature that looked like a mix between a dwarf and a sea-serpent, a di'vash, as Jeshin ordered a meal and drink, then accepts a letter from the tavern keeper. The elf woman, Vara, was laughing at a joke that was told by Kor’lo, both of them in stitches, the mix of gurgling hissing with normal laughter drawing the heads of curious people.
Her arms and legs were closer in ratio to a human, but she still had a long length akin to the nevorin, finger tips nearly reaching down to her knees, but instead of humanoid paws of her kin, hers were fur covered human-like hands with long, powerful fingers that ended in short claws, her feet much the same. A simple gold ring adorned both of her middle fingers, each connected to a complex, thin net made of gold on the back of her hands leading to golden bangles on her wrist, the net moving with her hands as if it were like regular skin-tight leather gloves.
Further up along her left arm, a flat, flexible ring of coiled whitegold fit snugly between her shoulder and bicep, moving like a snake as her arm flexed, staying in one place. Her tail hung down, swaying to the sides slowly. More silver wire, this time adorned with the moonstones, threaded through the tail’s skin and fur. Her clothing consisted of an unlaced silk shirt and specialized leather corset, with black, scaled leather shorts that reached down to her knees, and custom made boots for her feet that had buckles to replace the normal leather cords. Two scale leather belts hugged her long waist loosely, metal clips riveted on them to hold scabbards or pouches of tools.
She shakes her head lightly, earrings clicking together and her hair glittering in the soft light, then pulls away from the mirror. She strides to her desk, takes up the letter and opens it, reading its unsigned contents.
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