Lord's Rest Inn

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The door to the tavern opens to show a weary and bruised Theren. On his back are two small shapes covered with blankets. At his hip is a sword. His boots and pant legs are splattered with mud and blood. He staggers inside and looks around for a friendly face.

Phoenix is in his room working out. He hits the punching bag over and over with such ferocity that it has started to split.

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 Kaz looks over at Theren and rushes over. "Oi! Do die yet! You have a life to live!" They said and picked Theren up and placed him on a couch. They begin to uncork vial after vial of healing potions and forces him to swallow. 

Jack watches from the doorway, tilting his head. 

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Outside.... things are... peaceful~

But wait... what's that noise? It sounds like... incoherent yelling...

Well, now that's quite interesting, as animalistic roaring could also be heard. Let's take the scene a bit closer, shall we?

If one was to look through the trees, deep into the woods, they could spot... a bear. A BIG bear. But... something was off... it was running straight for the tavern. Not in an attacking way, no. It was running as though trying to... shake something off...

But what could it be?

"A'M AFF TAE BATTER YE 'TILL YE'R BLUIDIN FAE ILKA PAIRT O` YER BODY, YE DUMB ANIMAL!"

Oh no. It was a short scottish person, presumably female, riding on the back of the bear's head, punching her metal-clad fists down onto its poor cranium. For some reason, she was wearing armor that almost seems... spiked? Every possible part was spiked, from her feet, to her hands, to her helmet, which covered her face. The only part of her actual body aside from armor that could be made out was a long braid of fiery orange hair streaking in the wind.

Oh. The bear was running this way. TAKE COVER!

If someone was not careful, they'd have an unconscious bear run directly into them, with a maniacally laughing scottish woman riding it, and then rolling over them in the dirt. 

 Kaz, who was trying to studying some silverthorn, quickly jumps out the way of the two and watches as their alchemist supplies get crushed in the process. 

 The bear rolls limply in the dirt, the supplies getting absolutely obliterated. Though, for some reason... it seems to be twitching? Suddenly that is explained away as the exactly 4' figure in armor from earlier rolls the bear off of her and stands up in truimph, laughing her head off. Her braid was long enough that a few inches of it dragged in the dirt behind her as she dances around the giant bear, yelling scottish insults at it in glee.

 Kaz stares down at the supplies and lets out a loud sigh. They bend down and begin to pick up broken wood and glass and metal from the ground. 

 "Tak' that, ye stupidly pure giant bear! "

After a moment of finishing her victory rounds, she eventually stops and looks around, eventually noticing the individual picking up the mess.

"Whit happened tae yer stuff? It looks extremely goosed. Did ye step oan thaim or kick thaim aroond?"

 "It got caught in the crossfire of you and the.. bear." they said and sighed "Its fine, i can get more." 

 "Ah, a'richt. Sae whaur am ah? Ah chased that bear aroond fur hours afore ah finally git a haud oan it, sae ah sorta lost track o' whaur a'm."

She walked over, stepping on a few broken pieces of what remained of a small wooden bowl.

 "I know every language but for the love of the gods above, i cannot understand a thing you are saying Ma'am" Kaz said and tilted their head before picking up a glass bottle of water "Here. You need something to drink. I just saw you fight a bear."

 *And this is why I love the scottish accent, even those people that know every language can't understand something through a thick accent.*

*Also, I may need a description of Kaz.*

She crossed her arms indignantly, stepping forward to knock the bottle of water aside.

"Weel that's rude o' ye tae say! ah speak perfectly braw, ye overgrown mole rat! 'n' na, ah dinnae need cooncil juice. Whit a'm needin' is a guid helping o' bevvy!" 

She looks around a bit more at her surroundings, her gaze eventually falling upon the tavern.

 "Awright, that's a tavern, isnae it? ah cuid recognize yin fae a mile awa'! by th' wey, mah name's Thramilnodrebaneuathokorumnalyn." 

 *Kaz is 5'7 and is Agender (They/Them Pronouns). They have long black hair that is always tied in a bun, olive-hued skin that is slightly tanned (Their heritage is Thai), and bright silver eyes. They wear a white lab coat-like cloak, a black turtle-neck sweater,  and black trousers.*

"Im not trying to be rude but your hard to understand. Now drink the water lovely, dehydration is no joke." They said and pushed the water bottle towards her.

 "Ah said git yer cooncil juice oot o' mah coupon! ah dinnae need it! if ye shove it toward me again, ah will gie ye a taste o' whit ah gave th' bear!"

She smacked her hand slightly more forcefully against the water bottle, attempting to knock it out of his hand.

 Kaz sighs and rolls their eyes "Tis better to be healthy than to be sickly." they said and stood up. They took the pieces of the broken alchemist kit and threw them in a burn pile and set it on fire. 

 "A'm richt as smirr, ye dafty! it'll tak' a lot mair than missing a boattle o' cooncil juice tae tak' me oot fur guid."

She huffed, and crossed her arms again, striding up next to him to watch the fire. After a few seconds, she lifts her hands up to the bottom edge of her helmet, slowly lifting it up to reveal... a goblin? But the spiked armor she's wearing normally belongs to dwarves, and it sure looks to be made by dwarves... Her face was actually quite attractive for a goblin, with decent proportions in her cheeks, emerald green eyes, and her forehead that leads up to her fiery orange hair, the edges hanging a bit loose and short away from the long braid that trails down behind her.

 Kaz narrowed their eyes and tilted their head before switching from Common to Goblin. "Its water. Not poison." They said.

 "Ah ken th' difference, dummy! Ah juist dinnae waant na cooncil juice efter ah finish a rammy. Bevvy is best efter some solid fin! 'N' ye dinnae git tae speak goblin tae me, ah ken common juist as weel as that 'n' dwarf."

She turned her head, settling her helmet under her armpit as she glared at him.

 They sigh and rub the bridge between their eyes. "Whatever. Go on with yer day please and let my brain rest from trying to understand you."

 "Weel someone haes thair britches in a twist. Gilravage setting yer hings oan fire, then. Och, an' a', ye kin dae whitevur yi'll waant wi' th' bear, ah dinnae hae a uise fur it sin a've awready gubbed it."

She chuckles and playfully punches their arm, although the spikes and strength behind it probably hurt a bit. Then, the goblin woman turns and begins heading towards the tavern.

 A look of pure confusion paints Kaz's face as they grumble to themself

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The door to the tavern opens to show a weary and bruised Theren. On his back are two small shapes covered with blankets. At his hip is a sword. His boots and pant legs are splattered with mud and blood. He staggers inside and looks around for a friendly face.

Phoenix is in his room working out. He hits the punching bag over and over with such ferocity that it has started to split.

-open slot. choose whoever.-

 Kaz looks over at Theren and rushes over. "Oi! Do die yet! You have a life to live!" They said and picked Theren up and placed him on a couch. They begin to uncork vial after vial of healing potions and forces him to swallow. 

Jack watches from the doorway, tilting his head. 

 Theren coughs and sputters a bit. He then takes the two small shapes off of his back and set them down side by side on the couch. It is a small elvish girl and a tiefling boy. They both seem to be sound asleep.

Phoenix hits the bag so hard is goes flying off of the hook.

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Outside.... things are... peaceful~

But wait... what's that noise? It sounds like... incoherent yelling...

Well, now that's quite interesting, as animalistic roaring could also be heard. Let's take the scene a bit closer, shall we?

If one was to look through the trees, deep into the woods, they could spot... a bear. A BIG bear. But... something was off... it was running straight for the tavern. Not in an attacking way, no. It was running as though trying to... shake something off...

But what could it be?

"A'M AFF TAE BATTER YE 'TILL YE'R BLUIDIN FAE ILKA PAIRT O` YER BODY, YE DUMB ANIMAL!"

Oh no. It was a short scottish person, presumably female, riding on the back of the bear's head, punching her metal-clad fists down onto its poor cranium. For some reason, she was wearing armor that almost seems... spiked? Every possible part was spiked, from her feet, to her hands, to her helmet, which covered her face. The only part of her actual body aside from armor that could be made out was a long braid of fiery orange hair streaking in the wind.

Oh. The bear was running this way. TAKE COVER!

If someone was not careful, they'd have an unconscious bear run directly into them, with a maniacally laughing scottish woman riding it, and then rolling over them in the dirt. 

 Kaz, who was trying to studying some silverthorn, quickly jumps out the way of the two and watches as their alchemist supplies get crushed in the process. 

 The bear rolls limply in the dirt, the supplies getting absolutely obliterated. Though, for some reason... it seems to be twitching? Suddenly that is explained away as the exactly 4' figure in armor from earlier rolls the bear off of her and stands up in truimph, laughing her head off. Her braid was long enough that a few inches of it dragged in the dirt behind her as she dances around the giant bear, yelling scottish insults at it in glee.

 Kaz stares down at the supplies and lets out a loud sigh. They bend down and begin to pick up broken wood and glass and metal from the ground. 

 "Tak' that, ye stupidly pure giant bear! "

After a moment of finishing her victory rounds, she eventually stops and looks around, eventually noticing the individual picking up the mess.

"Whit happened tae yer stuff? It looks extremely goosed. Did ye step oan thaim or kick thaim aroond?"

 "It got caught in the crossfire of you and the.. bear." they said and sighed "Its fine, i can get more." 

 "Ah, a'richt. Sae whaur am ah? Ah chased that bear aroond fur hours afore ah finally git a haud oan it, sae ah sorta lost track o' whaur a'm."

She walked over, stepping on a few broken pieces of what remained of a small wooden bowl.

 "I know every language but for the love of the gods above, i cannot understand a thing you are saying Ma'am" Kaz said and tilted their head before picking up a glass bottle of water "Here. You need something to drink. I just saw you fight a bear."

 *And this is why I love the scottish accent, even those people that know every language can't understand something through a thick accent.*

*Also, I may need a description of Kaz.*

She crossed her arms indignantly, stepping forward to knock the bottle of water aside.

"Weel that's rude o' ye tae say! ah speak perfectly braw, ye overgrown mole rat! 'n' na, ah dinnae need cooncil juice. Whit a'm needin' is a guid helping o' bevvy!" 

She looks around a bit more at her surroundings, her gaze eventually falling upon the tavern.

 "Awright, that's a tavern, isnae it? ah cuid recognize yin fae a mile awa'! by th' wey, mah name's Thramilnodrebaneuathokorumnalyn." 

 *Kaz is 5'7 and is Agender (They/Them Pronouns). They have long black hair that is always tied in a bun, olive-hued skin that is slightly tanned (Their heritage is Thai), and bright silver eyes. They wear a white lab coat-like cloak, a black turtle-neck sweater,  and black trousers.*

"Im not trying to be rude but your hard to understand. Now drink the water lovely, dehydration is no joke." They said and pushed the water bottle towards her.

 "Ah said git yer cooncil juice oot o' mah coupon! ah dinnae need it! if ye shove it toward me again, ah will gie ye a taste o' whit ah gave th' bear!"

She smacked her hand slightly more forcefully against the water bottle, attempting to knock it out of his hand.

 Kaz sighs and rolls their eyes "Tis better to be healthy than to be sickly." they said and stood up. They took the pieces of the broken alchemist kit and threw them in a burn pile and set it on fire. 

 "A'm richt as smirr, ye dafty! it'll tak' a lot mair than missing a boattle o' cooncil juice tae tak' me oot fur guid."

She huffed, and crossed her arms again, striding up next to him to watch the fire. After a few seconds, she lifts her hands up to the bottom edge of her helmet, slowly lifting it up to reveal... a goblin? But the spiked armor she's wearing normally belongs to dwarves, and it sure looks to be made by dwarves... Her face was actually quite attractive for a goblin, with decent proportions in her cheeks, emerald green eyes, and her forehead that leads up to her fiery orange hair, the edges hanging a bit loose and short away from the long braid that trails down behind her.

 Kaz narrowed their eyes and tilted their head before switching from Common to Goblin. "Its water. Not poison." They said.

 "Ah ken th' difference, dummy! Ah juist dinnae waant na cooncil juice efter ah finish a rammy. Bevvy is best efter some solid fin! 'N' ye dinnae git tae speak goblin tae me, ah ken common juist as weel as that 'n' dwarf."

She turned her head, settling her helmet under her armpit as she glared at him.

 They sigh and rub the bridge between their eyes. "Whatever. Go on with yer day please and let my brain rest from trying to understand you."

 "Weel someone haes thair britches in a twist. Gilravage setting yer hings oan fire, then. Och, an' a', ye kin dae whitevur yi'll waant wi' th' bear, ah dinnae hae a uise fur it sin a've awready gubbed it."

She chuckles and playfully punches their arm, although the spikes and strength behind it probably hurt a bit. Then, the goblin woman turns and begins heading towards the tavern.

 A look of pure confusion paints Kaz's face as they grumble to themself