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"Those among us who have a way of finding trouble," Sosol grinned, sipping his drink. "Like Az and myself, for instance...though sometimes, we prefer to look for it instead."

"A lot of people out...ourselves, the Innkeepers, Ty, and there's a few I haven't seen in a while. Has Kristen been around lately? Or Stella and Terry?" Azana asked, sipping at the drink with a sly smile to Sosol. He was gleaning her cravings again...

"So he decided to join...good for him. Hope he's enjoying the grand tour," she chuckled, shaking her head. "I probably wouldn't even recognize HQ now...I've heard there's a lot of construction going down."

"I wonder how Ty and Zulma are doing...I don't know if I'd be able to see them, considering where they went." Sol said out of the blue, the two popping into his thoughts. Hopefully, the excursion was a success.

"I miss them, too," Azana said, finding the words a bit strange. She respected Zulma, sure, but she wasn't exactly close to her. And Ty...she felt strangely close to him in spite of how they met. It was a little disconcerting, really, but then again, he had more than made up for it with everything afterward.

"I can try to reach out to them every so often, if that would help," Sosol offered. "All I get is fog right now, but I bet when they leave, I could see them somehow..."

Slowly she would enter the inn. It had been enough time and she was slowly running out of space in the forge. Stooping low to pass the doorway, the woman stepped in. Her long crimson hair pulled back into a tight mud laced braid, exposing her strong jaw and war scarred face. Her clothing-A long sleeve crop jacket, sleeveless black and white tank top, denim jeans, handmade metal studded layer belts and large black boots without laces- were well worn with singed edges here and there.
Setting down two hand woven baskets brimming with smoked meat, mushrooms and various berries, she rose to her full height and scanned the room. A stern smile on her face, her gaze seemed to fall on all and yet on no one. Her tone was warm and deep, "I am looking for the innkeeper."

She gave a polite nod to the man. It was not in her nature to be rude, the look of him was familiar- but it was not what she was here for. Her gaze fell one Charlotte evenly, making note of the mark on the lovely face, but held no intimidation to it. "I've brought my catches and finds to share with the inn."

Azana looked up to her...which was odd, considering she was pretty tall for a woman. "Hi there," she said casually, glancing to the baskets. "Someone's been busy."

"I'll call for him," Sosol offered, sidetracked from the discussion of the original Innkeeper and their mutual friend. "I'm Sol...I tend the bar here. Can I get you something while you wait?"

Gren...there's a lovely giant down here bearing gifts.

'Sounds like a party already. I'll be right down.'

After a few minutes, Gren came downstairs, smiling politely. "I was called?"