Hotel Purgatorio (BETA)

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A long, tall soul is slowly scraping their way into the tavern. The smell hits you with a foul thunk; they smell of rotten eggs and rotting chickens. They look as one of the most decrepit souls you have seen in at least fifty years, with kelp along their back and holes in their wet cloak; they walk up to the closest, unocupied table near the door. Sitting down with a long, sad sigh. "Anybody wanna exchange tales?"

 The bar seems fairly empty right now, the only soul in sight being a petite soul in simple, black work clothes sitting at the bar, kicking their feet. There's a drink in front of them, but with the paper bag over their head, they probably won't be drinking it anytime soon.
They point at themselves as if to say, "Who, me?"

 The soul turns towards them and says, "If you wanna share your tale, then go for it."

 I'm there too

A man on the younger side wanders into the bar. There’s something horribly wrong with him-spiky sand colored scales protrude from his skin on certain areas, merging with his skin. His hair is a sandy color turning lighter at the tips, spiky and in a ponytail near the back, and he wears a tunic and pants the color of the setting sun. A spiky tail that seems unwieldy and a bit stonelike is starting to grow from his back, and he hacks out a cough. “So this is death…” He glances around. His eyes are brown, and the scales come from even his face, the most prominent on his back where a group of spikes come from his shoulderblades, ripping through his orange cape. “Charming.”