Open Chronicles A lost lamb, or is it a wolf in sheep's clothing, (Alliria)

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Esmoria

Esmoria

sister of the triune (Stupid Sexy Nun)
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The sky was ablaze in warm pink, and orange. The sun setting on the hazy smoky air of the streets of Alliria. Amongst those bustling about this evening there was a creature even pinker than the sunset sky. She had donned a black traveling cloak but it's practicality hardly dimmed the fuchsia hues peaking through it's opening.

Esmoria stood to the side of traffic along the busy street peering over a bit of parchment. A map crudely inked on the back of a letter. Perhaps to some Alliria might have seemed a naive choice to start a journey. It's streets holding a seedy reputation. Yet it was well known for it's diverse populace. So perhaps in that way it was a perfect start. Not just for it's hub of sailors who might further spread word but for the chance such a place would be more permissive of a Tiefling doing so.
Even so her manner of dress or rather near lack thereof and bright features would have looked out of place most anywhere. They seems to almost glow against the more muted colors of the city in the warm fading sun.

Her eyes looked up from the parchment with a slightly troubled expression. They flitted about for a moment before returning to the map. Reaching up to place a hand against her cheek she hummed a reluctant little tune. Her tail swished back and forth in thought under the cloak.
 
There was always something so damned freeing about being out on the open sea. Gunner wasn't sure if it was the salty air in his nostrils, the wide blue expanse that stretched out endlessly into the horizon, or maybe just the idea of travelling without walls to constrain him. Yeah, that was probably it. After spending half is life in that damned tower city, he'd be right and well if he never saw a stone building again!

'Course, life didn't work quite like that, did it? The folks he was sailing with had families and lives to go back to, and you could only store so much food and drink on a ship before you started running low. Content as Valenntyne would have been to stay out at sea for the next handful of years, the bustling city of Alliria now lay spread out before them as they came to dock.

Back to square one, with a pocket full of coins, a half-flask of whiskey, and a golden smile. Woulda been frustrating, if it wasn't how Gunner was used to living anyways. A couple nights off and then he'd find more trouble to get into, another adventure to get buried neck deep in. Be it at sea or on land, he had his freedom, and that was more valuable than any commodity.

Funny how fate works, though.

No sooner had he finished counting his money and planning out his day than his next bit of trouble came wandering into view. Not that he was lookin' yet, but... she was pretty fuckin' hard to miss. Gunner wasn't sure what to call her, not being a fellow too educated on the names of all the different types of folk. She was a woman, that much was abundantly clear to him. It was hard to hide curves when you wandered around in a getup like that. Oh, and when you were bright pink.

Whatever she was, whoever she was, she looked to be in a spot of bother. Girl didn't seem to have much of a clue where she was going, and she stuck out like a sore, bleedin' thumb.

That wasn't good in a city like Alliria. The more eyes you had on you, the more likely one of em' was willing to do something bad to you. Without a second to consider, Gunner pushed his broad chested form through the dense crowd, making his way over to the oddly-dressed lass.

"A-hey there, ma'am!" A thick finger tapped on her shoulder from behind, gentle as the big man was able. He flashed that smile of his, so perfectly cliche and yet completely genuine, and offered a little wave as she turned. "Couldn't help noticing you look a little out of sorts! Anything I might be able to help you with?"

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Esmoria whirled around to find the source of the light tap to her shoulder. A radiant and oblivious smile alighted her features. "What a kind soul! Yes, I am in a bit of trouble." She replied her voice softly earnest and tinged with relief.
She pressed a finger to one cheek, her head tilting slightly as she regarded his broad form thoughtfully. A small hesitant hum escaped her lips. "Only.... you don't look like a city guard...." He seemed built well enough for such a job. The ones at the gate had worn a sort of shiny plate but she gathered this didn't all look that way.
"I promised I would ask a city guard for help if I couldn't find the way.....but well..." She gestured at the bustling street.
"Just when I had thought to do so there weren't any." Her tail swished slowly back and forth as she debated breaking it. His face seemed friendly enough. While she might have preferred 'miss', Ma'am was certainly much nicer than 'hey you devil!' or any other slew of quite salacious insults.
In a hesitant tone, almost conspiratorial but careful not to raise her voice at the end of any of the sentences she explained.
"suppose....I should just be checking this little map myself....and you should just happen to see, and happen to think aloud to yourself about how you might go to such a place. Then I suppose I should be very much grateful and not broken my promise."
She then turned slightly away and held up a bit of parchment as if inspecting it herself in the dimming rays. The inking on it was crude indeed. A sort of very vaguely shaped map of Alliria with a very vaguely defined line showing what direction to go. It was a wonder she had even manage to discern what side of the city to be on with it's esoteric style. The circled destination was a definitely meant to be an emblem though no matter how much Esmoria puzzled over it she couldn't figure out what animal it was supposed to be.
If she had included the name of the Inn then Esmoria would have had a much easier time.
Perhaps she had been worried the message would get tampered with.
 
Gunner offered a warm and hearty chuckle, raising his brows as he took a look down at himself. "Well, you're right that I'm no guard..." He probably could have been, if he'd wanted to. Valenntyne was burly and surly enough to intimidate even in the loose fitting second-hand pirate's garb that hung loosely off his chest. Put some plate armor on him and give him a big shiny sword? Feck off! He'd be the captain!

"...But I figure I can help you out anyways. Let's see if we can't get you turned the right direction!" Gunner really didn't like the idea of somebody looking like her wandering around the city aimlessly. He'd seen enough people suffer misfortunes to let it happen on his watch, not if he could avert it.

The pink lady turned around and opened up what looked to be a hand drawn map of Alliria with funny little symbols where there should be labels. Careful not to get in the way of her tail--A question for later, definitely-- he stepped a bit closer to peek over her shoulder. Hell, it was just as much chicken-scratch to him as it was to her, but at least he could vaguely make out the shape of the city, and what should probably be where.

"Huh..." Gunner mumbled, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth and putting his grin back on. "Yeah, that is an interesting map. Kinda looks to me like whoever made it has only been here once or twice." he lets out a snicker, "Sure they didn't include a manual with it?"

Valenntyne took a step back and looked around for a moment. He had the layout of Alliria mostly memorized at this point; Might not have been the brainiest of brutes, but he'd a good noggin for directions. "Let's see..." he hummed. "Looks to me like that place is in the Outer City, not too far from the second wall. Can't be sure, but I'd start there."

Gunner looked down at her, flashing his pearly whites and extending a hand.

"I'd be happy to accompany you, if you like. Name's Gunner. Gunner Valenntyne, at your service. You a... a holy woman?"

The outfit seemed religious, but... well, it didn't evoke 'holy' thoughts.

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