Lord's Rest Inn

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 *Night salem, sleep well*

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*new characters for the new year*

As dawn breaks, an oddly shaped caravan crests over the hill with the sun, drawn by half a dozen undead horses. The first level resembles the more common cubic shape, with many windows of varying shapes peering in. On its flat roof rests a garden on the front half and a tower with a pointed roof on the back. A flight of stairs wraps around this tower, stopping at a circular window at the top.

From what you can see, there appears to be two living creatures on board. The first a humanoid pangolin, slightly hunched as it holds and guides the reins of the horses. The second, a grey tabaxi, stands on the aforementioned stairs, fidgeting with some metal object as they look towards the Lords Rest. She wears casual clothing with a shifting metallic and chromatic design.

She stuffs the object into her hair, which makes up about half her size (kind of like Raditz from Dragonball, but less spiky), as the caravan comes to a stop in front of the Lords Rest.

*also happy new years*

 *anybody care to interact with a potential future member of the Kingdom Council?*

 *sure*
a tabaxi resembling a slow leopard is just outside the tavern, carving a small wooden bowl by hand. Her heavy winter cloak is adorned with sun designs, contrasting the chilling aura that surrounds her. Its hood shrouds her face in shadows

 The pangolin humanoid hops down and waddles over, carrying a sending stone in their clawed hand. As they get closer, the Tabaxi can recognize them as some kind of fey, looking similar to a Bobakik but of a larger size.

 “No, I’m just a traveler” a small gust of cold wind circles the pangolin and returns to sha’dia. “As are you, I assume.”

 They shiver, causing their scales to clatter. They shake their head no as they hand them the sending stone.

 She takes it, turning it over in her hands. “I believe you’ve got the wrong cat. My mother is named Nuria, and she has no sons or titles.”

 Before the pangolin can respond, the sending stone beeps and a voice yells through it, feminine with an aged tone. “HELLO? POONDA? DOES THAT PERSON WORK HERE? TELL THEM SYLVAN SHOULD HAVE A ROOM SET UP FOR US! HELLO? Goodness, I despise this arcanum. Half the time only mine works, the other half they don’t work at all.”

 “Sorry ,I’ll hand the stone over to you” she addresses the pangolin, holding the stone out to them

 POONDA holds their arms up and shakes their head. They then go on all fours and enter the caravan through the back. “Wait. I can hear you? Oh this is great. I am Lady Agatha, undead candidate for the Kingdom Council, graduate of the Ichi academy, blah blah blah. Introductions aside, could you hand this stone to someone who works here? Preferably my son. He probably is in the kitchen, or maybe the woods? He says he’s been helping in the local church as well. Maybe just give it to any member of staff.”

 “Undead? Very well” she goes inside to search for a staff member. If lady Agatha is undead, then she can hear another voice speaking into the stone, that of a child, shaky and shivering. “Hello there! I didn’t know stones could talk. Is it just you or are there others?”

 “If you mean others as in other undead, no one aboard this vehicle. I hear from Sylvan’s letters there are a few that reside here, including a vampire and… possessed wood?”

 “Oh, I’m not sure. Me and dia just got here today and there hasn’t been much of that. It’s kinda been boring.” The voice is wispy and ethereal 

 Agatha lets out a light chuckle. “Well I’m sure things will liven up when the New Stars form.”

 “They do that? I’ve never seen new stars in the sky” they trail along while sha’dia searches

 "It is more of a tradition my son celebrates. Every year, hundreds of stars die as their soul is corrupted. However, they often are reborn from the remnants of their physical form as other astral objects, including new stars. Every year, they are honored for the beauty they brought upon the night."

 “It sounds nice.” The ghost touches the sending stone, chilling it a little. it also seems to chill sha’dia’s paws, and she winces a little. “Not while I’m holding it, kitty”

 "Kitty? Is that your name?" (such a long time for a line so simple. I'm sorry I took a whole day. DDB was acting odd and I had a lot of things to do.)

*Hello my ratish children.*

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*Hello my ratish children.*

*Greetings*

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*Hello my ratish children.*

*Greetings*

 *How are you, One who waits inside?*

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*Hello my ratish children.*

*Greetings*

 *How are you, One who waits inside?*

*at the allergist, listening to Oliver Buckland between doses. You?*