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[Einarr]

Einarr looked up towards the gate towards the city of Nyka, never before had he seen such great structures before. Nothing like the caves where he was raised in, or the ruins above where traders some times stopped to sell their wares. He walked forward, his crimson cloak clung around his body with the hood drawn over his features. The monks who took guard where questioning other travelers and only saw a glimpse of Einarr as he passed through the gates, and into the city its self. His senses where assaulted by new smells and sounds. The sea air reminded him of the meats his mother used to salt and cook for him, and all the people here! He almost felt dizzy with the thought of every one here busying them selves with their own tasks and lives.
Einarr continued down the path until he smelt the aroma of food, he hadn't realized how hungry he really was in all his excitement in entering the city. He struck a beeline straight for the source to find an oddly dressed human pushing a cart filled with all kinds of delicious goodies . Einarr walked straight up to the man and cleared his throat to speak.
"What do you want for the food." His deep and robust voice asked the monk pushing the cart. The monk looks up and down the rather dirty looking man as he speaks to him.
"This food is for the locals of Nyka, if you need a meal or.. to clean your self up go to safe haven hostel." During this exchange a few people passing stop to watch whats going on between the monk and the stranger, a fact Einarr notices at once. His hands pull his cloak over him tighter as he feels their eyes burrow into him. He started to back away slowly making sure to keep his hood up and walks toward the nearest street which happened to be towards the eastern quarter, looking around for what every this 'Safe haven hostel' was.

[Yvaine Hardgroove]

Day 10, Season of Fall, 513 AV

Yvaine was in unusual circumstances. Having just moved to the city in search of her mother, she hadn’t actually thought much about what would happen to her once she found her. She was used to a fast paced kind of life, surviving the wilderness and never sleeping in the same place twice. She was trying to view the city as a new kind of adventure—a different kind of jungle to tame. But really, Yvaine wasn’t having much luck with any of that. A lot of the ways of city life made no sense to her.

Her mother, despite being quite gentle and kind, had insisted on having her find a job. It wasn’t even having a job that bothered her. In fact, Yvaine considered herself lucky that she would be flitting into the wilderness now and then to hunt like the creature she was. But she could hunt at any time of the day… which meant it was at her leisure that she could do her job. That left entirely too much time on her hands to do something else…. Anything else.

So really this left Yvaine with little choice but to explore the city. While she had been to the Safe Haven Hostel before, she had been somewhat distracted at the time. Most people were not very friendly to large cats roaming the streets—even if they thought of her as someone’s pet. So this time, she would approach the building in human form. Dressed in her simple white dress, Yvaine molded herself into the crowds with ease.

Yvaine rounded a street corner—and walked straight smack dab into someone. She was glad for her natural grace as she was barely able to keep herself standing upright. It was moments like these where the tail made all the difference. Shaking her head slightly, she looked up at the man she had bumped into. He was only several inches taller than her. But it might have been the bright cloak that kept her eyes locked on him. He kind of stood out actually. Blinking several times, Yvaine straightened her back before clearing her throat a little. Apparently, manners were important in a city—or so her mother told her.

”I’m sorry. I uhh… wasn’t paying very good attention.” Who could with all this noise and nearly offensive smells?

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[Einarr]

Einarrs mind was racing as he made his way out of that awkward situation with the monk and the food cart. This city was stranger then he first thought, his limited interaction with non Zith where solely made up of slaves and traders that visited. Back home he would of been able to take his fair share or always been able to trade for what he wanted. Because of his split attention he found him self falling backwards as some creature slammed into his chest and sending him falling on his back side, his hood sliding off his head.

He was quick to regain his footing, and squints at the woman in from of him before pulling his hood up to shield his eyes. She had the most interesting scent about her, some thing wild. It reminded him of his journey through the wilds from his den. Then he noticed the way she was looking at him, and he started to feel uneasy. Drawing his cloak tighter against him only leaving his bare feet showing, and his clawed hand grasping the cloak.
"You're forgiven, but it was most likely me not seeing you." He spoke slowing as he thought of the words to prevent any further insult he may of done, he was still unsure of the rules of this city, and what punishment awaited to those who broke their customs. He then let the silence linger a moment to soon as he felt his hunger creep back up on him, causing his stomach to grown loudly.
"Where can I trade for food, A strange brown robed man said I needed to find a... safe haven hostel?" He spoke quicker this time as he felt he had avoided any insult completely by changing the subject so quickly.