With the grace of a sloth, a relatively short figure pushes her way into the tavern. A lithe, eerily pale young woman carrying a small book to her side and a small sack of wood and materials at her other. Her outfit is quite peculiar; a long, navy blue dress with the most marvelous of frills and buttons; it brings a very "aristocratic" and elegant look, despite the black oil and look of exhaustion splotched on her clothing and smeared across her face. Surprisingly, the most interesting part about her isn't her, frankly, her ridiculous attire. It's what trails behind her, in the midst of her dress' curtains follows three short, wooden creatures of similar appearance to her own. Navy dresses, bonnet, and... each one of them is armed with some crude variety of tool. One carrying a hammer, another with a saw, and the last with a blade, all three waddle behind her in a mechanical, unnatural fashion. They're most certainly not alive. Looking about the building, she sets her bag down and wipes an arm along her brow.
"Are there rooms available?"
Tha tabaxi grins and sniffs the air "Motor oil perhaps? hm... Anywhoozle, yes actually. Someone already got you a key love!" She cackles and fetches a key on an iron ring.
The girl, with a nod, gently thrusts her arm upwards as one of her "companions" floats over to gently grab the key. It's a wonder of machination, truly, a children's toy with enough dexterity to pick up and hold a key... along with its legendary "sword"... a shaving knife. It's strangely cute. "Yes, and copious amounts of it. The dolls need it to keep their joints slick." She nods, the toy propulsing itself back in her direction and halting in the hair. "Thank you, Sigurd." She smiles, turning her attention back to the innkeep. "I apologize for the smell."
"Bah, don't mind it a bit lass. Better than burnt fur and rotting flesh." She waved a hand
The girl shrugs her shoulders, slipping the key into her pocket. "Wonderful. I wonder, may I slot in three more guests? I wish to have friends for the holiday, and they need their own beds, no? If you can, put their names under "Alice Guignol", unless you wish for me to explicitly give you their titles."
She nods "Tis alright lass, someone already paid for those as well." She throws her the keys. "Careful upstairs however, Samaritan don't like being disturbed."
Alice raises her brow... before humming at this new source of information. How strange... but, she has to save all the gold she can, now does she? Taking a few steps towards the main foyer, she beckons her group of dolls to follow along with her. "Sigurd. Gudrun. Kriemhild. Come." She mumbles off, her toy companions dropping back down to the ground and continuing to waddle behind her like confused ducklings.
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“The brighter they shine, the darker the shadow grows.” - Makino Fumito
Alice raises her brow... before humming at this new source of information. How strange... but, she has to save all the gold she can, now does she? Taking a few steps towards the main foyer, she beckons her group of dolls to follow along with her. "Sigurd. Gudrun. Kriemhild. Come." She mumbles off, her toy companions dropping back down to the ground and continuing to waddle behind her like confused ducklings.
“The brighter they shine, the darker the shadow grows.” - Makino Fumito
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