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#2020-05-30 15:38:45, as written by StarGW

"Well well, what have we here?" A youthful woman stepped briefly on a wet parchment down under one of Arc en Lume's wondrous, cherry-painted tunnels that loomed across various streets and alleyways. She almost ignored it, figuring it's another usual piece of rubble from an all-too-beautiful society, until she noticed the words barely visible in the tunnel's dim lighting. Gently picking it up and slipping off a bit of water from the corner, the woman walked out to an open square, where the afternoon light of the sun shined over the tall Beaucourt buildings, so she got a better look at the writing.

Her human face, remarkably typical except for her ginger-red hair, looked closely at the weathered advertisement. Dressed publicly in a dark, hood-less robe, she examined the rather boisterously-written advertisement. Her critical face slowly turned into one of amusement and excitement as if reading the lyrics of a song written by a drunk bard. Gala-Dor? That place long-lost due to... Hmm, why, exactly? History wasn't her expertise, nor were long treks and journeys to places only believed to exist. But that's not to say she didn't enjoy a good adventure, or a silly joke, whichever this may ultimately be.

The dark-robed woman pinned the advertisement to a small, nearby billboard before she made off northward on her travel boots. With a name such as the Jovial Jackalope, finding the tavern should've been typical.

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It was not typical.

Esther finally entered the rowdy and comfortably warm tavern with a heavy sigh; her brief frown switched to a smile after walking around Arc en Lume's constant streets and canals. She had thought Stormhold's leaders were exaggerating when they said Beaucourt made labyrinths instead of cities. But by comparison, the Jovial Jackalope felt familiar to Stormhold's own taverns; though this was perhaps because they took from Beaucourt's design and refused to admit it.

Weaving around the active patrons with lithe agility, Esther walked up to Hilgur and his, currently, interested crew. She leaned forward and looked down at the dwarf "Gala-Dor, really?" she asked, half-skeptical and half-amused in her nordic-esque accent. "You certainly have a way with grandeur." She chuckled, then sat down on one of the empty wooden chairs. She pulled her robe back, revealing her leather armor, the shoulder plates engraved with Stormhold's colors and symbols, and the bandoleer of powders over and around her body. "Call me interested, and call me Esther." She lifted her right leg over her left and leaned forward on her seat. "So, Hilgur, how can I tell you are serious about this quest?"

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