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 Baske squints, visor still pulled up as they attend to the injured person on the floor, not blinking even for the second their eyes meet until the newcomer notices the slight flicker of a nearly transparent, second eyelid draw upwards across their eyes in a diagonal fashion— amphibian-like or possibly reptilian, it’s hard to tell. “It’s too warm outside for snow.” They comment, raising an eyebrow as their gaze runs over the katana and their hair. “You look familiar. Have we met before?“ 

Baske then turns back to the person they’re currently holding, propping the individual up on a chair as they take a few steps back to give them some space. “May I ask what you were attacked for as well? And yes, it does seem rare I suppose. I can’t say it’s typical for me to… I guess rescue injured people.” They pause. “My name is Baske, yes. Do you have a name?”

 The person is quiet a few moments, looking down "What I was attacked for... I suppose I was considered an easy target for the thief, is the best way to put it. A defenseless mark with valuables.. Astolee. My name is Astolee"

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 “That’s so strange… how do people deal with it? Must cause some problems.” They fall back down on the grass, picking at a few of the longer blades and weaving them together.

 He shrugs, looking up to the sky "We just get used to it, I suppose. Itll cause problems every now and again, but the chaos has a way of balancing itself out. Honestly, itd feel more odd to have nothing weird happen in a day"

 “That’s kind of beautiful.” They look to Kalnor. “How’d you get here, then? Random portal?” They giggle.

 He chuckles slightly "Wouldn't be the most unlikely thing! But no, not in this case. Ive actually been to a few taverns like this before! Im sort of looking for more places to possibly expand my business to? More safe places to sell at! How about you? Howd you get here?"

The woman is outside, tending to the dogs. Seems like she’s finally gotten a chance to rest, and is examining the dog missing a paw. She taps the back of her armor-which is bulky, and removes some tools from inside a case tucked deep within her armor. She slowly starts to tend to the dents in her dogs, carefully avoiding the missing paw-from the way she works, she’s clearly still learning and it isn’t worth risking breaking the dog entirely. Once done, she sits down and starts to pet the dogs. 

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 “That’s so strange… how do people deal with it? Must cause some problems.” They fall back down on the grass, picking at a few of the longer blades and weaving them together.

 He shrugs, looking up to the sky "We just get used to it, I suppose. Itll cause problems every now and again, but the chaos has a way of balancing itself out. Honestly, itd feel more odd to have nothing weird happen in a day"

 “That’s kind of beautiful.” They look to Kalnor. “How’d you get here, then? Random portal?” They giggle.

 He chuckles slightly "Wouldn't be the most unlikely thing! But no, not in this case. Ive actually been to a few taverns like this before! Im sort of looking for more places to possibly expand my business to? More safe places to sell at! How about you? Howd you get here?"

 They stretch back, looking eastward again. “I said that there was a path that led here, right? It’s sort of my job to maintain those sorts of paths. Never been out here, before, though. This path is new.” They continue weaving with the blades of grass. “I decided to see where it led.” Back to Kalnor, they say, “What’s your business?”

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 “That’s so strange… how do people deal with it? Must cause some problems.” They fall back down on the grass, picking at a few of the longer blades and weaving them together.

 He shrugs, looking up to the sky "We just get used to it, I suppose. Itll cause problems every now and again, but the chaos has a way of balancing itself out. Honestly, itd feel more odd to have nothing weird happen in a day"

 “That’s kind of beautiful.” They look to Kalnor. “How’d you get here, then? Random portal?” They giggle.

 He chuckles slightly "Wouldn't be the most unlikely thing! But no, not in this case. Ive actually been to a few taverns like this before! Im sort of looking for more places to possibly expand my business to? More safe places to sell at! How about you? Howd you get here?"

 They stretch back, looking eastward again. “I said that there was a path that led here, right? It’s sort of my job to maintain those sorts of paths. Never been out here, before, though. This path is new.” They continue weaving with the blades of grass. “I decided to see where it led.” Back to Kalnor, they say, “What’s your business?”

 "Are they magical paths? Like... Fey crossings? I run a prank business with my best friend, Mithris! Selling things like flour bombs, little noisemakers to hide, and similar!"

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 “That’s so strange… how do people deal with it? Must cause some problems.” They fall back down on the grass, picking at a few of the longer blades and weaving them together.

 He shrugs, looking up to the sky "We just get used to it, I suppose. Itll cause problems every now and again, but the chaos has a way of balancing itself out. Honestly, itd feel more odd to have nothing weird happen in a day"

 “That’s kind of beautiful.” They look to Kalnor. “How’d you get here, then? Random portal?” They giggle.

 He chuckles slightly "Wouldn't be the most unlikely thing! But no, not in this case. Ive actually been to a few taverns like this before! Im sort of looking for more places to possibly expand my business to? More safe places to sell at! How about you? Howd you get here?"

 They stretch back, looking eastward again. “I said that there was a path that led here, right? It’s sort of my job to maintain those sorts of paths. Never been out here, before, though. This path is new.” They continue weaving with the blades of grass. “I decided to see where it led.” Back to Kalnor, they say, “What’s your business?”

 "Are they magical paths? Like... Fey crossings? I run a prank business with my best friend, Mithris! Selling things like flour bombs, little noisemakers to hide, and similar!"

 “Fey crossings… that sounds about right. There are a few names for them, but I call them the Scarlet Paths. You might’ve been on one, even if you didn’t realize it.” They smile. “That’s so cool! You might have found a new customer…” they chuckle, grinning.

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 "Bit of both," She says, turning away from him to order a drink. She seems to notice his discomfort, and frowns at it, but doesn't remark. "You didn't answer my question, by the way. Or... should we exchange pleasantries? What's your name?"

 “Call me Tarin if you wish. I’m afraid I can’t be of much assistance if your goal is to get familiar with the surrounding locale. I myself just recently rode in.”

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 “How’d you know?” He asks, eyes downcast. “Hunting something other than whales with that harpoon?” He goes silent for a second, grabbing the drink the bartender poured him and swirling around the ice without taking a sip, before looking back up to speak again. “You can call me Tarin if you want to.”

 "People rarely keep tallies of other things. Killing is an intimate and emotional act with very little equal." Baske nods. "I don't typically hunt whales. The harpoon is for self defense mostly, or for wrangling. I can guide its movement in the way one might throw a lasso, but with more precision. And it's nice to meet you, Tarin."

 “Thanks. What could I expect to wrangle with something like that? I didn’t notice a herd of cattle following you or anything waiting outside.” Tarin asks, visibly more relaxed, albeit just slightly, as he finally takes a sip of his drink. 

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 "Bit of both," She says, turning away from him to order a drink. She seems to notice his discomfort, and frowns at it, but doesn't remark. "You didn't answer my question, by the way. Or... should we exchange pleasantries? What's your name?"

 “Call me Tarin if you wish. I’m afraid I can’t be of much assistance if your goal is to get familiar with the surrounding locale. I myself just recently rode in.”

 “Ah. Should’ve expected that. Know anyone who might be able to help me?” She pauses. “People call me Violet. If you were wondering.”

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Baske squints, visor still pulled up as they attend to the injured person on the floor, not blinking even for the second their eyes meet until the newcomer notices the slight flicker of a nearly transparent, second eyelid draw upwards across their eyes in a diagonal fashion— amphibian-like or possibly reptilian, it’s hard to tell. “It’s too warm outside for snow.” They comment, raising an eyebrow as their gaze runs over the katana and their hair. “You look familiar. Have we met before?“ 

"Hardly." After a moment, the bartender returns with their drink, a steaming cup of hot chocolate. "A day of grief is a day for snow." They take up the cup in one hand, leaving the accompanying, provided saucer in their opposite. "I do not know your voice, and I am not one to forget." They take a slow, drawn out sip. A moment after, they rest the cup atop the bar once more, offering a slight nod to the tender.

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"Hardly." After a moment, the bartender returns with their drink, a steaming cup of hot chocolate. "A day of grief is a day for snow." They take up the cup in one hand, leaving the accompanying, provided saucer in their opposite. "I do not know your voice, and I am not one to forget." They take a slow, drawn out sip. A moment after, they rest the cup atop the bar once more, offering a slight nod to the tender.

 "I don't necessarily agree, unless you're speaking in the metaphorical sense." They pause. "I'm sorry for your loss if you are grieving though." The cowboy gives them another look over, squinting again, moving to take a seat at the bar. "You are eerily familiar. Are you certain? My name is Baske, and my home is in Serremoth if that rings any bells. Falshee. Though I often find myself traveling across the pond to Balra and Eastern Vroth." They drink a bit from a metal tankard on their belt after watching the hot chocolate. "And If I might comment, you seem incredibly somber. It's nice here. Likely nicer than where you come from, judging from the expression."

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"Hardly." After a moment, the bartender returns with their drink, a steaming cup of hot chocolate. "A day of grief is a day for snow." They take up the cup in one hand, leaving the accompanying, provided saucer in their opposite. "I do not know your voice, and I am not one to forget." They take a slow, drawn out sip. A moment after, they rest the cup atop the bar once more, offering a slight nod to the tender.

 "I don't necessarily agree, unless you're speaking in the metaphorical sense." They pause. "I'm sorry for your loss if you are grieving though." The cowboy gives them another look over, squinting again, moving to take a seat at the bar. "You are eerily familiar. Are you certain? My name is Baske, and my home is in Serremoth if that rings any bells. Falshee. Though I often find myself traveling across the pond to Balra and Eastern Vroth." They drink a bit from a metal tankard on their belt after watching the hot chocolate. "And If I might comment, you seem incredibly somber. It's nice here. Likely nicer than where you come from, judging from the expression."

 "There is much to grieve in a passing moment." They say quietly. "It is easy to forget, so far away, but there are those who go without grief spared towards them. A travesty, that is." They blink. "I do not know you personally, I assure you. I was in Anesium until quite recently." With a breath, they tilt their chin up and shake the snow from their hair. No more snow, other than what came with them has fallen, the clouds themselves never even seeming to have shed such things. "A warm place likes this only makes the grieving easier- and perhaps, beneath such a somber outlook, can come appreciation." They sigh quietly. "Though some philosophies are not meant to be shared."

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 "There is much to grieve in a passing moment." They say quietly. "It is easy to forget, so far away, but there are those who go without grief spared towards them. A travesty, that is." They blink. "I do not know you personally, I assure you. I was in Anesium until quite recently." With a breath, they tilt their chin up and shake the snow from their hair. No more snow, other than what came with them has fallen, the clouds themselves never even seeming to have shed such things. "A warm place likes this only makes the grieving easier- and perhaps, beneath such a somber outlook, can come appreciation." They sigh quietly. "Though some philosophies are not meant to be shared."

 Baske listens, just staring for a bit. "That sort of mentality will leave you in a mental trench. You cannot grieve on behalf of the world. It does a disservice to those who had died wishing to bring about something other than negativity with their lives." They smile a little, barely visible under the visor. "At least I understand why you are so melancholy. I would not want to be in Anesium either. Do you... want to play cards? I have some with me. And I didn't catch your name."

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 Baske listens, just staring for a bit. "That sort of mentality will leave you in a mental trench. You cannot grieve on behalf of the world. It does a disservice to those who had died wishing to bring about something other than negativity with their lives." They smile a little, barely visible under the visor. "At least I understand why you are so melancholy. I would not want to be in Anesium either. Do you... want to play cards? I have some with me. And I didn't catch your name."

 "I am not sure I am caught up with many card games." They look over properly to Baske, looking them up and down once before continuing. "Sekensch, for a name." They pull their cup to match their gaze now lying upon Baske. "My mentality does not bring me negativity- it grounds me. I am always aware of the strife within the world so that it may inform my actions. Grieving one may lead to the betterment for another."

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 “That’s so strange… how do people deal with it? Must cause some problems.” They fall back down on the grass, picking at a few of the longer blades and weaving them together.

 He shrugs, looking up to the sky "We just get used to it, I suppose. Itll cause problems every now and again, but the chaos has a way of balancing itself out. Honestly, itd feel more odd to have nothing weird happen in a day"

 “That’s kind of beautiful.” They look to Kalnor. “How’d you get here, then? Random portal?” They giggle.

 He chuckles slightly "Wouldn't be the most unlikely thing! But no, not in this case. Ive actually been to a few taverns like this before! Im sort of looking for more places to possibly expand my business to? More safe places to sell at! How about you? Howd you get here?"

 They stretch back, looking eastward again. “I said that there was a path that led here, right? It’s sort of my job to maintain those sorts of paths. Never been out here, before, though. This path is new.” They continue weaving with the blades of grass. “I decided to see where it led.” Back to Kalnor, they say, “What’s your business?”

 "Are they magical paths? Like... Fey crossings? I run a prank business with my best friend, Mithris! Selling things like flour bombs, little noisemakers to hide, and similar!"

 “Fey crossings… that sounds about right. There are a few names for them, but I call them the Scarlet Paths. You might’ve been on one, even if you didn’t realize it.” They smile. “That’s so cool! You might have found a new customer…” they chuckle, grinning.

 "Scarlet paths? Why do you call them that? Are thry normally vibrantly colored? I thought they were like... Next to invisible?"

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 Baske squints, visor still pulled up as they attend to the injured person on the floor, not blinking even for the second their eyes meet until the newcomer notices the slight flicker of a nearly transparent, second eyelid draw upwards across their eyes in a diagonal fashion— amphibian-like or possibly reptilian, it’s hard to tell. “It’s too warm outside for snow.” They comment, raising an eyebrow as their gaze runs over the katana and their hair. “You look familiar. Have we met before?“ 

Baske then turns back to the person they’re currently holding, propping the individual up on a chair as they take a few steps back to give them some space. “May I ask what you were attacked for as well? And yes, it does seem rare I suppose. I can’t say it’s typical for me to… I guess rescue injured people.” They pause. “My name is Baske, yes. Do you have a name?”

 The person is quiet a few moments, looking down "What I was attacked for... I suppose I was considered an easy target for the thief, is the best way to put it. A defenseless mark with valuables.. Astolee. My name is Astolee"

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 "I am not sure I am caught up with many card games." They look over properly to Baske, looking them up and down once before continuing. "Sekensch, for a name." They pull their cup to match their gaze now lying upon Baske. "My mentality does not bring me negativity- it grounds me. I am always aware of the strife within the world so that it may inform my actions. Grieving one may lead to the betterment for another."

 "That sounds like a healthy mindset." Baske says lightly, taking a deck of cards from their pocket and setting it on the bar. "So you grieve the past, the present, and the future? That's a whole lot of grieving. A pleasure to meet you too, Sekensch." They deal Sekensch some cards. "This is an old game. You'd probably know it. If not, we can do something else. You know how to play Red Wall?" Baske takes their helmet off, setting it down on the counter. Underneath, their skin is a deep umber tone with large overlapping scales visible under the corners of their eyes, as well as a few painted on patterns with teal pastels decorating their cheeks. Baske looks to be maybe in their thirties, though possibly older-- difficult to tell from the clearly sun-weathered skin that's still somewhat shiny, as if covered in a thin film of water. Their hair is long and messily pulled back, loose strands of jet black hair braided with beads, scales, kelp, feathers, teeth, and more various trinkets. They've got sharp teeth as well, barely poking out of their mouth, with a scar cut into their left ear and a similar one arcing from the jawbone down their neck.

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 "That sounds like a healthy mindset." Baske says lightly, taking a deck of cards from their pocket and setting it on the bar. "So you grieve the past, the present, and the future? That's a whole lot of grieving. A pleasure to meet you too, Sekensch." They deal Sekensch some cards. "This is an old game. You'd probably know it. If not, we can do something else. You know how to play Red Wall?" Baske takes their helmet off, setting it down on the counter. Underneath, their skin is a deep umber tone with large overlapping scales visible under the corners of their eyes, as well as a few painted on patterns with teal pastels decorating their cheeks. Baske looks to be maybe in their thirties, though possibly older-- difficult to tell from the clearly sun-weathered skin that's still somewhat shiny, as if covered in a thin film of water. Their hair is long and messily pulled back, loose strands of jet black hair braided with beads, scales, kelp, feathers, teeth, and more various trinkets. They've got sharp teeth as well, barely poking out of their mouth, with a scar cut into their left ear and a similar one arcing from the jawbone down their neck.

 "Language, I believe, lacks the proper words to describe the feelings." They take up their hand. "I am familiar enough, thankfully." Sekensch takes the first move. "Awareness is hard to come by, yes? An inevitable consequence of life - by looking out for the world you become unable to look after yourself, and in this, you will die. In that sense, you could say my mindset is a product of luxury." They turn their hand face down, taking a sip of their drink. "You do not seem the type to have such luxury." Their eyes narrow. "Or perhaps you are. It comes with time to think- loneliness, in a word. The mindset in question is to see all that there is, and to wish for all those living to be afforded the same luxuries that allow you to see the world in such a way."