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The guard arched a brow at the large old rat before him but otherwise was not fazed by the accusation, “Is it normal for your people to traverse walls when that is not allowed and when they have guards shouting for them to stop?” the lead guard asked simply. “We have people to protect, including you and those of your company. If your people wish to act out of turn and disrespect us and our ways, by ignoring the guards they will be detained,” he shifted the spear in his hand a bit, the blue metal of his spear head catching the light of the sun. The guards at the wall who had gathered to watch were joined by a few more along with a dragon that did a slow circle overhead. “The skies are clear and guarded for your departure, as we would not wish for anything to happen to you on your way home,” tone completely respectful as he gave a small nod of his head.

“The dragon will escort you to the end of our territory, we wish you a safe journey home and hope that we will have the pleasure of your company once again,” another nod of his head then he and those with him departed to return to the city walls. Guards within the walls would be told to remain on alert as usual and the Queen would be informed of the remarks from the old rat. To think that they treated anyone but with the utmost respect was ridiculous, especially with the fact that there were several from his kingdoms that had made themselves at home within Akamu. The same could not have been said for those who dwelled in the swamps, as those who left to find a better home in the mountains shared their lack of rights and acceptance if they were not a Nezumi.

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Doning his mask, Yuri stepped into the evening light as he locked up his clinic for the night. It had been a long day, and he was ready to go home and eat something. As he walked home, he past by a very noisy bar that seemed to be full. "Damn drunks", he muttered to himself as he quickened his pace to get home sooner.

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The noise of guards moving about didn't go unnoticed by the albino Nezumi. As the noise increased in the location of the Nezumi entourage, and the sound of dragon wings soaring overhead; it sent worry down White Shadow's spine. Looking over at the kind, if overly polite, wolf she gave a sad sigh, and barely a half-smile. "I'm sorry, but I have to go, it would seem it is time for my people to head out." Without another word she took hold of her crossbow and broke it down quickly into its major components before storing back on her back. With that she turned quickly and vanished back into the crowd, leaving a piece of paper on the table with her tail.

The paper reads;

It was nice talking to you. I would like to finish our conversation some time.

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With that she quickly made her way through the crowd over to where most of the commotion was coming from. The Airship, what could possibly be going on? Once she was in a view of the circle of guards, she quickly made her way to a shadow filled corner near the group before her. Once settled in, she listened.

When the conversation reached the point where the guards were explaining what the Nezumi were to do in order to leave she frowned heavily. And just when I was starting to like some of the people here their culture just gets in the way. With a light sigh, she waited for the guards to thin in number before making her way to the Airship, disappointed that they would be leaving so soon.

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What felt like hours passed inside the tavern, carried forwards by nothing more than pleasant discourse, ale, and the occasional bet. Although Kalani had no taste for the local brew and seemed to lack whatever insights were necessary to pick out the likely winner of an arm-wrestling match, she more than earned her place by being an excellent conversationalist. The shrewd fox knew precisely when to ask questions, when to change the subject, and perhaps most importantly, when to simply listen and nod at whomever was speaking. Stories were exchanged freely at her table, and even the reticent badger was eventually convinced to share a few entertaining anecdotes from past jobs.

As it turned out, Stiff-Whisker was visiting the city in search of humans, particularly those from the western reaches of Atlygaea who preferred to trade overseas with Akamu and Olahn Korlarin due to their proximity to those kingdoms. The rat was interested in securing a piece of their business for his own government, and expected that many of them would have made the trip deeper inland to deliver wares for the queen's festival. Vidahl, being a very well-traveled merchant in his own right, hinted that he may have known several traders who had done exactly that, but refused to elaborate further without an exchange of names. He seemed particularly interested in meeting Nezumi who dealt in silk after learning how Kalani had come into possession of her dress, and even asked her if she would be willing to model it for an artist to serve as a means of advertisement.

With regret, she and Stiff-Whisker had to share the disappointing news that silk was only exported from the Mirelands as a base material, and rarely at that. The few artisans willing to work it into anything that could be considered fashionable only did so by request, and for individual customers who themselves were Nezumi nearly without exception. Vidahl was predictably upset, but the question of just what he expected to do with such clothes served as a suitable distraction for him to speak about his business. Eventually, that line of questioning turned itself around and he found himself asking the others about their own lines of work. When it became Kalani's turn to answer, however, she hesitated on a seemingly innocuous question.

"You speak to the patriarch himself, yes? What about?"

"I... could not say," she started, shyly glancing elsewhere. "I was only promoted recently, and only then to fill a position left vacant by the previous ambassador's murder. I've never..."

"I heard the Boss came here," Stiff-Whisker interrupted, giving Kalani a pointed look. "You should go talk to him."

She stared back incredulously. "What? He's the most important political figure the Mirelands has known for over a decade! Even if he were here to entertain diplomats, surely he would wish to speak to the ones who represent the kingdom he's visiting."

"So talk to him as a person instead," her friend calmly answered. "He's the Grand Boss, you're the first foreign ambassador that anyone in the Mirelands has actually liked. Besides, if he was here on business, we would either know about it ahead of time or not at all."

"He didn't travel this far to meet strangers like myself," she argued back, looking away again. "Do you truly think he has no better way to spend his time?"

"I think you should stop making excuses and tell me what the real problem is. You're acting like the same naive girl who came begging to me for passage on a trade ship five years ago."

An indignant scoff came out of Kalani's mouth before she even considered the message in his words, but Stiff-Whisker was right; she was looking for reasons to distract herself from the truth of the matter, which was simply that she felt unprepared to meet Cinder-Fur.

"...I'm sorry," she said to him. "It's simply nervousness, and... there was something I had planned to give to him on our first meeting. A gift which I left at home before visiting the festival."

This time, it was Stiff-Whisker who scoffed. "Didn't know you planned to become his wife," he joked, though his demeanor grew more serious almost immediately. "Since you seem to have lost your own good judgment somewhere on the way over here, listen carefully - you'll leave a better first impression if you manage to catch him outside of the palace's usual tripe."

"Yes, I know, but without-"

"Quiet." The rat held up a claw to silence her. "The only thing you need, is either another mug of ale to help you realize how much of a fool you're being, or someone to force you out of here so you have no choice but to wisen up. The Boss won't care if you're empty-handed, so which one is it going to be?"

Kalani remained silent. Stiff-Whisker sighed and pointed to a nearby table, where a wolf and ram sat opposite each other with their arms locked.

"Name and a time, girl, before I hire the badger to carry you out."

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It was only a few minutes later that the apprehensive fox found herself standing in the sunlight with another crowd before her. Her parasol and her dignity were fortunately still intact, but the problem of navigating densely populated areas had not been improved since she first escaped it, and her target had only become smaller since. Realistically, she planned to make an honest attempt to find Cinder-Fur but expected to discover that he had left the festival grounds completely, which itself was not an entirely unwelcome prospect.

Still, one could not give up without making an effort first.

Locating the Grand Boss by eye alone would very likely be impossible, but Kalani could take advantage of the fact that he was a highly notable figure among the Nezumi. As she advanced into the crowd, she remained alert not for shapes, colors, or faces, but instead for the chittering sound of rats speaking amongst each other in their native language. Her ears flicked about to catch one conversation and then quickly moved on to the next, only resting briefly on a few key phrases; most of the talk was useless, and there were fewer sources than she had hoped for, but eventually, she did translate something helpful.

"-that the Boss?"

"Where?"

Yes, she thought to herself. Where?

Without hesitating, Kalani hurried towards the speakers' direction. With so many people in the way, however, it took several seconds to even catch a glimpse of the Nezumi who were talking, and their conversation had moved on to other topics by the time she was close enough to reliably watch them. Cinder-Fur was not visible from where they stood. She listened again.

"-find anything good?"

"Yes. I'll show you later. For now, let's-"

Useless. Another one.

"-any interesting news from back home?"

Another.

"-does it, Boss? Hah! Those titles of yours must be heavy."

Her ears shot up. Her head turned. The conversation was distant and difficult to make out, but if she had heard it correctly, someone was addressing the patriarch in person. Anticipating a response which did not come, she almost thought she had lost the rats' voices altogether, until she realized that one had started laughing; an old, rasping chuckle, but one easily overlooked amidst the sounds of so much merriment. Their chat resumed in time, and she followed it as best she could. It seemed to be about war, or... concerns over a potential war, in any case.

"...Boss, you sneaky bastard. Your diplomat’s right over there, look!"

What?

Through a brief opening in the crowd, Kalani could see an old Nezumi pointing directly at her. He was unmistakably the one she had been following, though it seemed that he had somehow caught her first. True to her expectations, next to him stood another rat who could only have been the Grand Boss, sporting a coat of orange fur and hefting a massive pitch-black axe over one shoulder. She locked eyes with the latter for a fleeting moment before the space in-between them was filled with people, and he was gone by the time she could find a way through.

For a few seconds, the ambassador stood on the ground where the two rats had last been found, her mind swimming with questions. How did they know she was looking for them, and why were they speaking about her? It was reasonable to assume that Cinder-Fur could identify her even though they had never met, but why would he hide in the crowd? Was she being avoided? If so, why did he even allow himself to be seen?

...And where was he going?

Whether it was out of curiosity, stubbornness, or an unwelcome obligation to Stiff-Whisker, she hesitated to simply abandon the thought and leave the Boss to his business. He and the other rat had stopped speaking, but she still had a direction to move in and the knowledge that they were close, even if she could not see them. Just as well, they seemed to be leaving the festival grounds to enter the streets, which tended to be less busy but more restrictive. It was just barely enough of a tool for her to guess at their destination, and although she could hear no mention of the patriarch or his companion from the surrounding gossip, there was nowhere else they would be certain to visit sooner or later. She hurried to the landing as quickly as her dress would allow.

The scene which Kalani arrived upon was not quite what she had been expecting. Cinder-Fur was there, but his companion was not, and he appeared to be speaking to one of the Akamu guards on behalf of a black rat that looked ready to kill at least one of them on a moment's notice. His complaints were largely ignored by both parties, but the guards departed shortly afterwards, leaving only the Grand Boss, the black rat, and two spectators who were likely part of his entourage behind. The black rat did not seem content to abandon his argument even after the other side had left, however.

"Akamu have laws for rooves!" he shouted, turning his attention towards Cinder-Fur. "Stupid! Should have ladders for rooves instead! Why else build them like this?"

"Yes, well, Akamu are mountain people," the old rat calmly replied. "Unlike Sky-Piercers and their love of high places, perhaps they do not like to climb. You should take a tip from an old Flint-Sickle - do not sacrifice subtlety for speed."

"Easy to say when you're the one who puts himself in danger and then sends me off to deliver messages!" he hissed back, reverting to the rats' native language likely without even realizing it.

"And yet I got here without being bothered by the guards because you couldn't help but be noticed," Cinder responded plainly. "Having to be rude and further the perception that no one from the swamp is anything but incapable of diplomacy. This was a chance to make a first impression, Dusk-Walker. You will do better next time. That isn't an option."

The rat growled, but did not retaliate. Instead, he bitterly sauntered over to one of the silk moths in the clearing and mounted it. Only after he was on the insect's back did he seem to acknowledge Kalani approaching, but the look she received nearly had her reaching for her rapier on instinct alone. Cinder-Fur, fortunately, was more welcoming. He looked pleased, as if he had been expecting her.

"Cinder-Fur, yes?" She tried not to make eye contact - most Nezumi were unsettled by her albinism enough without further encouragement. "I am Kalani Ostra Ya'Sima Solak Iz'Sigal, Olahn Korlarin's newest ambassador to your kingdom. It is... a great honor to meet you."

It didn't show on her face, and she desperately hoped that it was likewise absent from her body language, but she almost felt nervous enough to collapse on the spot.


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While Twiggy was tightening the screws on a farmer's plow, having re-fitted the whole thing to a more sturdy tin frame as opposed to the wooden one, he heard a booming yet feminine voice over the crowed. He wasn't sure what it was, but something about that voice got him thinking. This kind of festival probably wouldn't happen ever again, or at least not in any regular fashion. There were bound to be things here that would never be seen again. It was still early in the week, but late in the day, he was low on supplies already, why not take a break and look around, starting with whoever was drawing such a crowd.

He mused for a moment, but as soon as he saw a pair of small doves fly up from the audience and heard people gasp, he made up his mind. With a swift kick to the side of the cart that knocked down the 'out for the day' sign, and a quick swipe to pick up his hat and Nails, Twiggy decided he was going to enjoy some of the festival.

The first act didn't disappoint. He surfed through the crowd until he could see the performer, a small shrew woman who was already going strong with magic tricks. The premise immediately amused Twiggy, a stage magic show in a place that despised real magic? Anywhere else, this kind of thing would be scoffed at as 'not the real thing,' without some sort of true magic twist, but here it was golden.

Twiggy watched, amazed as she made cards disappear and re-appear at will, sometimes on random members of the crowd, sometimes seemingly falling from her hands like a shower of meteors. Twiggy had to admit that she was good, amazing the crowd just enough to make them wonder how she did it, but not so much as to get them thinking she was using real magic. Twiggy was hooked, and in appreciation dropped a couple of middle sized coins in the old hat she was using to collect. He couldn't wait to see what came next.

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The Grand-Boss was somewhat pleased with the diplomat’s arrival- it certainly distracted with the general annoyance of dealing with the guards. Dusk-Walker meant well, but he was young; he would grow out of such mistakes or die- and Cinder would rather the former.

"You're nervous." Cinder remarked with a laugh. "That is no trick of ninja training, girl, but a father's wisdom. I have married three daughters; I can tell when a young woman is nervous."

The fox blinked in surprise. "I... yes, I am. My apologies; I was not prepared for this."

Cinder-Fur looked over the diplomat for a moment. “I have met your people before, but your naming conventions still strike me as ridiculous.” The old rat redirected. “Nor do many dress in fashions of nezumi origin. I suspect if my daughters were not so acclimated to white-furs like Lady Pale-Fur, they would not have spoken as highly of you.” He continued. “And what is there to prepare for when speaking to an old nezumi? I hear you have experience in such matters.”

"You understate your own importance, Grand Boss," she answered. "My experience has brought me this far, but if I fail to make a good impression, it will be the end of my career. The decision to appoint me to this position was... controversial."

Cinder-Fur grinned toothily. “I tend to like controversial people, so you have that in your favor. If I am to speak with you easily, what should I call you? Your name is long- and calling you diplomat is clunky.” He replied, looking over to make sure the others were getting the moths ready. “But you made your first impression. You are here- even if you did not tail us directly, you are smart enough to track your quarry through knowledge and thought, and comprehension. These are things a Flint-Sickle values, and even with my many titles, the one I began with is truest to me.” Cinder explained.

"My informal name is Kalani, the White," she said, pressing a hand to her collar, "and thank you. Crowds are difficult for me, but your people are eager to mention your passing and I am no stranger to parallel thought exercises."

“Kalani is something I can remember.” Cinder-Fur responded. “Follow, please. I am an old nezumi and would very much like to get home.” He continued, starting towards the moths. “How would you have prepared to meet me then, if things had been ideal? I am curious what murmurs there are regarding my dealings in diplomatic circles.” The old rat asked- though realistically, he probably already knew. It was his business to, after all.

"Ah! Wait!" she cried, stepping forwards to keep pace with him. "You came here to leave? What about the festival?"

“Dodging my questions already? You are a diplomat.” Cinder chuckled. “The queen is welcoming and the aim of the festival is admirable, but it is not for us, is it? The people here watch me speak to the queen like I am a blight walking the land, even if none of them know anything of me. Perhaps they were fed tales of my assumed evils by slighted merchants that filled the old emperor’s coffers. I suspect the world is not ready for swamp-dwellers to deserve respect.” He explained.

"That's... not fair," Kalani muttered, so quietly that it may well have been a whisper.

Cinder stopped in his tracks, turning to look at her. “What isn’t, Kalani?” he asked curiously. “That I am leaving, or the state of things?” he asked.

"What you're doing," she answered, this time not shying away from the attention. "Pressuring me like this. I only just arrived and you wish to know everything at once."

“Ah, perhaps. I don’t mean to be rude; much of this is an old nezumi indulging in cynicism. One last question, at least: what do you wish to gain from talking with me? My daughters spoke highly of you.” The patriarch remarked. “And though my daughters are wise beyond their years, I would form my own opinion of you.”

She blinked at him as though he had asked something strange. "Nothing. Or, well... an opinion of my own, I suppose. Do I need an agenda to become better acquainted with the person I will be speaking to on behalf of my kingdom for the rest of my forseeable future?"

“No, but the fact that you do not think you have one communicates that you are either wise and dishonest, or young and honest. Both of which can be worked with.” Cinder laughed. “Come then, shall we continue our talk? There is a long flight- or are you not willing to act so rashly?” he asked with a smirk.

The fox looked back despondently at RyDauge city, then hung her head and sighed. "I do not wish to believe that such an event is 'not for you'. It means a great deal to my people that the queen of Akamu has gone to such lengths to forgive the crimes of our ancestors..."

She put her free hand on the side of the patriarch's mount. "...But if her sentiment towards you is not shared, it is not my place to interfere. Not yet. Your people are still due the respect they have been denied, Grand Boss. I will join you, if that is what you wish."

“We have little past with these people beyond trade exploitation that was common under the old empire. This festival, for a swamp-dweller, is just an excuse to revel and eat. It may mean something more to your folk- I assume many of them are still bitter as well.” He added. “But yes, join me. You can ride on my moth with me.” He offered. “Her wings are quiet and strong- well suited to a long talk for a long journey.”

"Forgiveness of the greater prejudice does not excuse ignorance of the lesser," she stated with conviction. "The conflict between Olahn Korlarin and Akamu has not blinded me to the mistrust that exists towards your people."

Cinder-Fur was pleasantly surprised with this one- though perhaps he shouldn’t be. His daughters were very particular in their opinions and did not lavish praise easily- even on their father. But they really had taken a liking to this one- a white-fur, a foreigner… how very interesting. Cinder was not as enamored with her, not yet- he was stubborn, old, and cynical despite his desire for better things for his people. Whether or not this one had an agenda would be determined in time. No one kept secrets from the Grand-Boss unless he didn’t want to know what they were. “A refreshing opinion. More young people like you would do the world well.” Cinder-Fur responded. “And I do mean that, by the way.”

Kalani allowed herself a small, nervous laugh. "...Thank you. It is a rare thing for my ideas to be celebrated, even among those they are meant to help. Sometimes I feel as though the world itself hasn't had enough of mistrust and war."

“Well, there are many follies to old men, Kalani. Craving war is not one of them- not if they have seen it before.” He responded quietly after leaning in some. “Come, let us fly then.” He finished, hopping nimbly up onto the moth’s back, and offering a hand. “Do you like tea? There is one stop I wish to make before we get to Black-Rock.”


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The crowd was really enjoying the show and Addy could not get enough it. This was truly what she loved the most about her gift, or more liked about her life and upbringing. Life had not been easy for the young Shrew, but she had done her best to make the most of the situation. With her small size and quick hands, often she was able to perform tricks and feats that many would envy. One of her favorites was an old classic of the Shrew people.

Disappearing.

“Alright, you have all been amazing and incredibly patient when it came to the fun and games of a young shrew like myself. But, I think it is time for me to go,” there were some murmurs of sadness and remorse, many wishing for her to stay and to continue wowing them with her tricks and antics. “I know, this is hard for me too, but I can promise that this won’t be the last time we do this. I plan on sticking around for the duration of the festival and perhaps even after,” a small cheer went up and Addy took a bow. “Now, for my final trick…”

The hat she had been collecting coin in was snatched from the stage and placed on her head, coins and all. Then her hands rose up over her head, her fingers wiggled in the air as her eyes closed as if in deep thought. Low and to herself she whispered a few words. At the last words she dropped her hands and she was enveloped into a cloud of smoke. When it cleared she was nowhere in sight. Shock and awe first filled the crowd, only to erupt into a huge frenzy of cheers and applause.

Addy, cloaked and hooded she slunk her way through the crowd until she came to a rather interesting looking cart. With nothing better to do and feeling like a place to sit she climbed atop it and made herself comfort while she counted her coin and waited for the owner of the contraption to return. Perhaps they would tell her about the hulk of a thing over some ale on her coin?

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The show ended with an appropriate bang. With a poof of smoke and a great exit, the shrew lady was gone as gone could be. Twigg was impressed, and the smoke bomb startled Nails enough that he hid in Twiggie's jacket at the impact, which made him laugh. But with the show apparently over, Twiggy had little else to do other then find something else to entertain himself with.

Thinking he could grab his binoculars to watch things, and maybe his bag as to be able to carry a souvenir or two, Twiggy went back to his cart to find none other then the shrew magician herself, cloaked and hooded, but still obviously shrew-y, laying as casual as could be on his cart. As much as Twiggy was a laid back guy, he was slightly worried.

"Hey!" he called out calmly, "What'cha doing up there?"

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Addy had just completed the counting of her coin and was pleased with the results, "This should be enough for a few meals and even the start of my journey to the human kingdom." The comment was said to herself, as there was no one else around for her to speak to, at least that was the case until someone spoke up.

A glance over the side and down at the man, she smiled. "Oh! Hello!" she waved and jumped down to stand beside the human male. "Are you the owner of this contraption? It sure does look interesting, are all human carts like this? Are you here for the festival or do you live here too?" her questions were fired off in rapid succession. "Never been so close to a human before, you guys are a lot smaller than I would have figured," she remarked without a care that she might insult this man before her. "Oh! Where are my manners!"

For the first time since she had started talking she stopped and gave a rather graceful bow, "I am Adrika Ku'Chuk Duga Ya'Sima Iz'Firenze," her complete and formal title given. "But, as that is a mouth full, you can just call me Addy!"

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Twiggy couldn't help but be both mildly flustered and absolutely entertained by the little shrew who stood before him. Her rapid speach and warm manner were enough to endear her to his heart. "Well, Adrika Ku'Chuk Duga Ya'Sima Iz'Firenze!" He said, only slowing down a little but to work his mouth around the crazy name. "My name is Mechanicus Timothy Carrius Darrius, tinkerer and repair mane extrodinare, but you can call me Twiggy." He laughed to himself a little at the competition of names. She beat him by a long shot.

"I do think I'll have to call you Addy. This is my cart, the "Jubilant Desire," my home and livelihood all wrapped into one."


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Sasha flicked her eyes open again, sleep sticking to them slightly. "I work too hard." She groaned, glancing around for the one she was talking too. Sadly, the only slightly interesting person here has managed to slip away, and she shook her head in annoyance with herself. Slowly, she noticed the paper and picked it up. "...wish we can continue this conversation soon... WS." Sasha looked up and glanced around. Then scratched the back of her neck. "My first-" she looked at the inn to Marcus-Till "my second, real friend, and I already had forced her away."

"Well' don't want to ruin Marcus's fun." She sighed, exiting the premesis if the festival. Walking down a street of rydauge before reaching the smithy, Sasha moved up the steps, and glanced again at the festival to the heights of the city. "Time to make some more swords." She growled to herself, "I warned him I would sorely be a dissapointment." Just these words and she entered her smithy, shutting the door behind her.

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Addy was impressed that he managed to get her whole name out, but then again this man also made the contraption before them so it was no wonder that he would also be good enough to pronounce the whole of her name. "Well, Twiggy, gee that does just sound right for you. You know know like you are a Twiggy? Anyway," she rambled a bit, but managed to get herself back on track. "The Jubilant Desire? That is quite the name. You live in it too? Is it where you...tinker?" she chuckled at her own joke and then darted under the wagon only to come out on the other side. "This thing sure is impressive, could you make me one? Like in my size?" she asked, her tone rambling her focus barely there.

A sudden shift in the wind brought with the the rich and hot scent of Akamu cuisine. "Oh! That smells good! We should go get something to eat and you can talk to me more about this tinkering thing and what it's like to be a human and what your kingdom is like," she just shot off at the mouth, one could not even be sure if she paused to take an actual breath.

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"Could I make one..." Twiggy started, but didn't get any more out before Addy interrupted him with talk of food. The smell was in fact rivetingly delicious, and Twiggy was suddenly acutely aware that he hadn't eaten for most of the day so far. Even Addy's constant stream of words and impressive length of breath couldn't stop him from thinking more about eating.

"Food would be amazing," he said, "and I wouldn't mind having someone with a far better nose then mine lead me to the best cuisine around." He held out an arm for Addy to take with a grin on his face as he added, "But you might need to slow down a bit if you were planning on having me get in a word edgewise about anything you wanted to hear about, my audacious Addy."

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She picked up the leftover change that the wolf left on the table. The crowd was beginning to pick up.With the pick up came another large squabble in her inn. She went back behind the counter pretending that the fight didn’t exist because other patrons would handle such a squabble with ease. Her inn was well known for it’s versatile customer base.

Another wolf had decided not to hold his tongue. Her ears pressed forward in preparation of the words that were about to spill. The door to the inn swung open and a man about the size of a small tree walked in.A polar bear. A rare sight in the city. There was a child atop his head.It seemed for just a moment the inn went almost silent. Aside from the two trouble making pairs.

"You know,, "it is quite disappointing to witness you both disrespecting the Queen in such a manner. She went out of her way to hold this festival, based on the peace and prosperity many so urgently desire, and all you seem to care about is your own selfish squabble..."A sigh of relief escaped her at the words the polar bear used. No one would dare challenge a polar-bear . There was something said to a wolf after the boy on his head was put down onto the ground. This wolf left no tip and walked right out.

The polar-Bear made his way to the counter and when he reached it placed a hand on the table. A bright smile reached her face as she placed a hand on his in respect. “ Thank you sir for the help.” She gently took her hand off his.

"Hello miss... I have a question to ask."

“ Then ask away.”

"The child I am with is lost, and his parents are nowhere to be found... Is there any chance you have seen a mustelid couple pass through here?"

“Are you asking me if I have seen this adorable child’s parent’s come through here?” She was interrupted before being able to give the massive bear an actual answer. Her eyes spotted the regular leopard. No zasha with him which was strange. Another even stranger fact was that there was a red material tied around his arm. “ I see you have made an appearance .” Anymore ruckus in the inn and the leopard will hands down stop it with one fist.


Most the tables were taken but there was one she spotted at the corner of the inn. “ If you wish you can take a seat at the bar or sit at one of our last open tables.” She spoke to the leopard before turning her attention back to the polar-bear.

The inn door had been constantly being abused today from the festival but her eyes took in every customer that came in. But she didn’t make an appoint to greet everyone. “The answer is a lot of people cross their paths here for a good night’s stay.I do not think I have seen a pair that could produce this lovely child.” A smile flashed across her face before it fell back into a frown. “ But I will keep them in mind. If you could be kind enough to express what the pair truly look like ..I would be delighted to keep my eye out for them. “ A stench of pure alcohol passed her nose as another regular found his way to the inn -stumbling and all. Alrek. Hopefully, He’d find a seat without any issue.

Another fox had entered the inn. It was not hard for one to smell another of her kind or to notice that there was another fox. The festival was pumping with people, Interest in what the queen was going to say, or not say. There was a lot kept behind doors with politics. Especially, when it came to other national leaders gathering for it as well. One could never be too careful.

The leopard got up and left the inn. Crowds. She knew it was far too crowded for him and the amount of work in here was ..frankly..enough. The Nezumi. This was the talk around the town apparently. Rats. There were plenty of rats in town-actual or not.


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‘The Messinata inn- Now’
The crowd has been having a steady and growing excitement that has reflected itself in the inn. Many drunks tried but failed to cause a ruckus because her workers knew how to flash a kind smile without second glancing. The queen had taken up doing her typical leader duties on this holiday. Rumors spread quickly about the queen. She had never personally found politics important. War and all.

Her life was to maintain these crazy crowds of people who came and went as they pleased-leaving piles of garbage and empty ale barrels behind. This would go on for the week. She hefted a sigh. Not her favorite time of year but the best for the business. Actually, the money is flowing in. Paying taxes would be ten times easier this year considering in just one day she’s been able to cover taxes twice over. But would the business hold over the week?

“Mrs Messinata do you have anymore of the tip jars? I think we have started to overflow.” The joke made her laugh. They really didn’t have tip jars but maybe the waitress’s apron pocket can’t hold anymore coin in it.

“ No. But if you need to we have more apron’s in the back.”

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