[IC] A Stolen Land

[DM Dougfan]

[[The barmaid who brings the food looks at the winged creature with an odd look, but only for the briefest of moments. Given this is the capital city of a major nation-state, she has doubtless seen such things before. She stays only long enough to ask the rest of you if you'd like some food yourselves, then spies you discussing four scrolls, all the same. She puts two and two together, makes twenty-two, and then asks]]

"Excuse me. There's an aasimar gent over at that table who seems to be lookin' at the same scrolls you all are. Maybe he's lookin' to travel as well..."

[[With that, she's off to fill out her orders.]]