'Good. Because, although at first glance he may look okay, you might find he's rather disgusting. I, on the other hand, would be the first to call myself refined and elegant.'

“Ah. Interesting. I would expect so from a Count.”

'Yet, an aristocratic Tabaxi, that's me. You could say that I'm top of the tree. Until I fell out of it, but that's another story...'

“Oh, tell me more!” She says, smiling.

Suddenly, she explodes in a burst of light, as hundreds of fragments of glowing crystal from the explosion fly behind Dexen and reform into Oriel Behind him.

'Woah! You really are a Star! So, I might have been a noble, but I had an insatiable desire for adventure. Dreamed of becoming a gentleman thief. Took on many great heists in my homeland, until I was betrayed and exiled. With no inheritance or connections, it was just Dexen against the world. I became an outlaw adventurer, and the greatest thief ever known. And somewhere along the way, I met this guy' he points to Flint.

“Interesting. Whats your story?” They teleport over to Flint in the same way she did to Dexen.

'You want it from the beginning?'

“Yes please.”

'I was raised by rats after being separated from my parents as a baby. Don't know what really happened, but there was a spate of conflicts between humans and elves, and I guess they got caught up in it. If it wasn't for the voice in my head guiding me, I would have been basically no different from a rat- they raised me as one of their own. I've spent my life in many cities, working as a scavenger underground, and always ensuring to befriend the local rat population. People tended to think I was creepy, but as I didn't interact with the surface world, I didn't care. I met Dex when he was going through a rough patch, he'd gambled everything away and had several interesting people who wanted him dead. He ended up hiding in the sewers with me' Dex elbows him in his ribs

“Ah, Isn’t that nice. You seem to have a great personality.” She smiles at flint.

'Um, sure?' Flint seems flattered but calm

'Um, excuse me? Did you hear what he said? The guy's a sewer dweller. A sewer dweller. Like, yuck! Whereas, there's a well-bred gentleman thief with twenty million great adventures standing right in front of you? I'd have thought you'd wanna talk to him'

“Oh, Well it seems you are mistaken.”

'What's so interesting about that guy. No offence, Flint. I mean, look at him. The depressing lifestyle, his really ugly face...'

“They Don’t think they are better than everyone else.” She continues smiling.

'Oh, I don't think it. I know it. You do agree he's ugly, right?'

*Drummer, if you don’t mind, you mind posting an updated map so I can see what we’re working with?*

“….Debatable. But opinions are subjective.”

*Sorry for suddenly disappearing*

"This is it Everard don't screw this up." Suddenly into the Tavern comes a Mindflayer in a brown overcoat and a fedora. "Well. I have a few extensions to make to this place it would be a wonderful place to set up shop, but one must use their imagination in things like building."

*I would like to add a doctors office to the Tavern. somewhere for Everard to practice mental and emotional therapy*

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"This is it Everard don't screw this up." Suddenly into the Tavern comes a Mindflayer in a brown overcoat and a fedora. "Well. I have a few extensions to make to this place it would be a wonderful place to set up shop, but one must use their imagination in things like building."

 “Hello!” Says a tall masked creature coming from a Building right next to the tavern With a sign Saying, “Doctor.” The creature is wearing a cloak and a hat that covers all of its skin besides their several arms with wicked claws covered in warts, bumps, And Black decaying patches of skin. Their Cloak trails behind them, and they don’t seem to have legs. The cloak pulls them along like an octopus on the ground.

”Who might You Be?” They say.