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Osefi walked in stunned silence as the party wandered through the maze of alleys, side streets and narrow passages Osefi swore no one larger than a halfling was meant to use. Having not been to Northwall in well over 300 years, the giant had little idea what was in store for him once they passed through the gates. Indeed, a large chunk of his most recent years had been spent in Kishar, playing babysitter and bodyguard to his amiable halfling master. To be sure, his initial impression of the city had been soured, not only by the run-in with the guards but also by the sheer hodgepodge nature of the cities construction. Kishar's architecture was deliberate, planned, manicured and consisted of streets which didn't force the orc to walk sideways just to make his way through them. However, Osefi's faint grumbling ceased as the call of bird drove his eyes upwards. Flocks of gulls swooped and circled in the icy blue sky, a veritable fleet of ships crammed into the docks and piers like sardines.

"The River of Beasts" as the sign identified the borderline dilapidated bar, seemed a place their strange assortment wouldn't catch many second glances. At least not ones with ire or malice behind them. Besides, the massive orc still had yet to eat or drink anything since well before his initial arrival at the tavern which had started this whole adventure.His stomach roared angrily, easily audible to all those around him. So wrapped up was he in his hunger predicament that he scarcely noticed the dark elf make her exit leaving him as the primary "freak" of the group. As the orc dipped his head to enter he noticed that he was unlikely to catch any glaces at all, it seemed the party had ended less than an hour ago. Limp, alcohol addled bodies hung over tables, chairs, the bar itself, even the fireplace. In fact the only table both large enough for their party and free of drunkards was occupied by a sight Osefi had never dreamed he'd see here in Northwall. An Al Mayin.

It appeared their new companion Jack Highwind already knew of her, as he quickly sailed over to her, turning on the charm and once again smoothing any feathers that may have been ruffled. Upon the beckoning of the tall blonde woman Osefi approached, a wide broken grin on his features. He gave Highwind a quick glance before letting his coal colored eyes land on the woman. "In all my years of travel I have never heard of something so strange as an Al Mayin outside of the desert. I would think this humidity would make you feel as though you might drown." He reached out a single massive hand to the female in greeting "Osefi Meru. I spent much of my life in Kishar, nice to see a piece of home."