The Tavern of Second Chances

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“Because I have this thing called trust issues.”

 “That’s… whateverphobic. Xenophobic. Whatever. Dumb. Yeah. So… do you not trust me because of where I come from, or because you don’t trust anyone? Trying to find the right word is hard…”

“I don’t trust anybody I don’t know.”

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“I don’t trust anybody I don’t know.”

 “Okay, that’s good. So xenophobic is the right word… or is it? Might just be classic stranger danger. Hm… well how can I get to know you?”

“Talk to me more that’s probably the best way. but right now I need a drink and some rest.”

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“Talk to me more that’s probably the best way. but right now I need a drink and some rest.”

 “Think I figured out that if you just like… ask the air for the drink you want, it’ll give you it. You need to specify though, or else it’ll give you orange juice.”

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“Talk to me more that’s probably the best way. but right now I need a drink and some rest.”

 “Think I figured out that if you just like… ask the air for the drink you want, it’ll give you it. You need to specify though, or else it’ll give you orange juice.”

 “Wait what exactly is this place?”

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“Talk to me more that’s probably the best way. but right now I need a drink and some rest.”

 “Think I figured out that if you just like… ask the air for the drink you want, it’ll give you it. You need to specify though, or else it’ll give you orange juice.”

 “Wait what exactly is this place?”

 “It’s a demiplane or whatever. Keeps people from fighting, too. Saw a mouse and tried to kill it, but it was like my blade didn’t even work…”

“So that explains why my sword has been super grumpy.”

The clear note of a bell rings through the tavern as the door opens, and in walks a young woman, who looks to be around 20 years of age. She's holding a various collection of notebooks and what appear to be biology textbooks under her arm, with the other arm holding the door open. She closes it behind her, and walks up to the bar, setting an overflowing backpack down on the floor next to her stool. She sets the various books down on the table, and begins flipping through them, hastily jotting things down in her notebooks. Regulars at the tavern would know this to be Elanor, a university student at a school of magic. She regularly visits the tavern in order to gain information for her dissertation, as the tavern holds all sorts of magical and scientific phenomena she is eager to report to her professors. At least, that's what she tells anyone if they ask. But, the more observant of tavern goers occasionally notice her eyes swelled up and puffy when she enters, as if recently crying, or a large bruise covering one of her arms, or similar markings, before being masked over with an illusion. At least, they think they do. It's hard to tell, really. It's probably just nothing.

Yejide looks up and says “who might you be?”

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“So that explains why my sword has been super grumpy.”

 “Your… sword? What?”

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Yejide looks up and says “who might you be?”

"Oh! Hey, there. I'm Elanor! Who're you?" She looks up from her notes, examining Yejide, while sipping a glass of what appears to be strawberry flavoured milk, which appeared into existence on the bar a couple seconds ago.

“Oh yeah I have a sentient sword named blackrazor.”

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Yejide looks up and says “who might you be?”

"Oh! Hey, there. I'm Elanor! Who're you?" She looks up from her notes, examining Yejide, while sipping a glass of what appears to be strawberry flavoured milk, which appeared into existence on the bar a couple seconds ago.

 “I’m Yejide.”

*gtg*

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Yejide looks up and says “who might you be?”

"Oh! Hey, there. I'm Elanor! Who're you?" She looks up from her notes, examining Yejide, while sipping a glass of what appears to be strawberry flavoured milk, which appeared into existence on the bar a couple seconds ago.

 “I’m Yejide.”

"Nice to meet you!"

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“Oh yeah I have a sentient sword named blackrazor.”

 “Ah. Sick.” He says, nodding before downing his mug. He taps the table twice and it refills with orange juice. “Oops. Should’ve specified… Ugh… anyways, is there anything else you know about yourself? You’d make for a pretty boring conversation partner if you didn’t.”

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*gtg*

 *bye!*

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The clear note of a bell rings through the tavern as the door opens, and in walks a young woman, who looks to be around 20 years of age. She's holding a various collection of notebooks and what appear to be biology textbooks under her arm, with the other arm holding the door open. She closes it behind her, and walks up to the bar, setting an overflowing backpack down on the floor next to her stool. She sets the various books down on the table, and begins flipping through them, hastily jotting things down in her notebooks. Regulars at the tavern would know this to be Elanor, a university student at a school of magic. She regularly visits the tavern in order to gain information for her dissertation, as the tavern holds all sorts of magical and scientific phenomena she is eager to report to her professors. At least, that's what she tells anyone if they ask. But, the more observant of tavern goers occasionally notice her eyes swelled up and puffy when she enters, as if recently crying, or a large bruise covering one of her arms, or similar markings, before being masked over with an illusion. At least, they think they do. It's hard to tell, really. It's probably just nothing.

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The clear note of a bell rings through the tavern as the door opens, and in walks a young woman, who looks to be around 20 years of age. She's holding a various collection of notebooks and what appear to be biology textbooks under her arm, with the other arm holding the door open. She closes it behind her, and walks up to the bar, setting an overflowing backpack down on the floor next to her stool. She sets the various books down on the table, and begins flipping through them, hastily jotting things down in her notebooks. Regulars at the tavern would know this to be Elanor, a university student at a school of magic. She regularly visits the tavern in order to gain information for her dissertation, as the tavern holds all sorts of magical and scientific phenomena she is eager to report to her professors. At least, that's what she tells anyone if they ask. But, the more observant of tavern goers occasionally notice her eyes swelled up and puffy when she enters, as if recently crying, or a large bruise covering one of her arms, or similar markings, before being masked over with an illusion. At least, they think they do. It's hard to tell, really. It's probably just nothing.

 A yell and a crash sounds outside of the tavern as the earth quakes from a hard landing. A tall figure lands on the grass on their back, their blonde hair a complete mess, their wings fluffed up. Their steel armor, an eye carved into the center, is covered with blood, and the spear they carry is also bloodstained. A fresh wound shuts their right eye closed, and they take in a deep breath, yelling up at the air again.