Essaerae steps off of the boat in the port of a massive and fortified city. Before her lies a sprawling bazaar, with numerous shops, stalls, and seated traders selling wares to folk of all walks of life. Just as she's about to continue walking onwards, into the market, she's approached by a well-dressed gentleman who looks upon her with a big smile. “Welcome!” he began. “What brings you to this lovely city? Adventure? Wealth? Or some grand aspirations to elevate your place in society?”
Essaerae raises an eyebrow and wrinkles her nose at the man. "Wouldn't you like to know?" she remarks coldly. The man's smile falters as he seems to shrink into himself, opening and closing his mouth like one of the fish Essaerae could smell everywhere in the port. Sighing, she tries to relax her face and speaks in a short, but less icy, tone, "Point me to a place I can rest my head for the night. Somewhere halfway decent." She pauses for a moment, then adds a strained "Please." to the end of her sentence.
The man frowns, clearly not interested in spending another minute with this woman. He points in the general direction of the city's center and mutters something about a tavern called the "Drunken Goat" before quickly turning on his heal and hurrying away. Essaerae presses her lips into a thin line as she pulls up her hood and begins walking in the direction he had pointed.
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