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[M'Wanii]

The 84th day of Winter, 513AV. It was absolutely freezing today. Frost had coated most of the inside walls of the Sylirain fortress city, as the citzens within huddled around any available sources of heat. This winter was said to be the coldest in years and it was certainly showing it. Thick flakes of snow were coated over anyone entering shelter of the stone walls with temperatures seeming to drop with each chime that ambled by. Down in her southern homewaters, such a thing as snow was a rare sight indeed. Especially to those living under the water. However M'wanii paid no mind to this, life out of the sea for her was just one oddity after the next it seemed. Here in the crowded warmth of the Rearing stallion, she grumpily held one of corner tables to her own. Hunched over the worn wood without her usual garb on, the amphibian was once again attracting more attention than she had liked. It seems the sheltered land dwellers of Syliras would never adjust to the appearance of her people. It had been quite amusing when she had walked in that half the tavern had done a double take at what they were drinking at the time. It was less amusing now that she was been treated as if she had some sort of contagious disease. As if they weren't weird themselves with their dry skin and odd protruding noses. A sharp click of annoyance slipped out between the three sets of teeth. She was beginning to think land dwellers had more use feeding their brains to the sharks than thinking with them. Oh wait, that wasn't fair on the sharks. The soft clearing of a throat next to her caused the Charoda to look up. One of the bar maids had finally plucked up the nerve to approach her. And it had only taken them what seemed like half a bell to do so. What swift service they had here. “Is there anything I can do for you, um..... Miss?” You could for starters stop standing there awkwardly and questioning my gender. “Just get me drink, thank you.” The woman upon receiving the answer, quickly scampered away as fast as her feet would let her. She returned a few chimes later, placing a full mug on the table then leaving again. The amphibian didn't even bother it look at the contents, too worn out to consider it, and took a large gulp of the liquid. She regretted doing so immediately as the taste of alcohol filled her mouth, instead of the water she had been expecting. Tensing up she inspected the brown liquid she had consumed before allowing the unexpected liquid to flow down her throat. M'wanii was no stranger to alcohol. The Charodae had a long standing tradition of making various alcoholic beverages from kelp but what she had just tasted was foul. It lacked the salty taste that her native beer held and had been flavoured with a weird land dwelling herb most likely. Sighing and shrugging off the taste as the local type of foreign, she took another sip. Then another. Then another. Then one more. Then the mug was finished. It actually wasn't that bad, despite the differing taste. Signalling over the barmaid once again, she ordered another mug of Ale. Bar Tab2 x Ale - 2 Silver Miza