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“It’s nice to meet you,” Eris said, mustering up her sweetest smile as she offered her hand for a handshake. Afterwards she quickly moved inside, as directed, and put her stuff down in a corner.
“I’m Eris Jones, like you already know,” she said with a small laugh, “and, well,” she looked down at herself and, with a bit of self-consciousness, smoothed her skirt. “This was what the Council said I should wear. Something about making the horns less noticeable, so that the humans don’t guess the truth.”
The bar wasn’t anything fancy, but it seemed clean and welcoming for customers. Which was good, because her paycheck from the bar would be paying for anything above and beyond her room and food bill. The owner, on the other hand, did not seem so welcoming. As she nodded and moved to one of the tables where Molyneux had requested she move, she replied, “A small room is just fine, but I’d rather be farther away from the customers if possible. For safety reasons, obviously,” she added the last with another small laugh, this one more awkward than the last.
Eris obediently sat, resting a chin in one small hand, nails without polish and short. “So what would you like me to do here?” She called out cheerily. “I’m a fast learner, I know I can be of help.” Starting at the obviously cranky bar owner, she wondered if he was always that difficult, or if there was something about her that was ticking him off. They hadn’t really told her anything at all about him, but he didn’t smell human. Not quite, anyway. He smelled different, like a demon, but not like any of the demons she’d run across before. Granted, that number was very few and the encounters short, but the smell was unmistakable, regardless of how faint.