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Started May 16, 2020 by @Relsey-TheElder

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Aight, aight. I too, shall be gone tomorrow until Monday most likely. But I shall be active.

Denma, A curious land indeed. Where Magic makes its final stand, where Magen is said to still roam. Where Humans live in blind ignorance of the old ways, and Strange creatures rule the Mountains.
Yes the Human’s live in ignorance, maybe that is what started this conflict. There are whispers in Nonalia, Whispers of a War being waged between the Dragons and the kingdom of Clandrel. There are other curiosities concerning that kingdom, like it’s sudden spike in wealth, and the curious, yet beautiful, jewels and weaponry being exported. Perhaps it is a secret only Senvien’s know.
The Empire on the eastern border holds it’s secret’s too. They’ve grown more hostile as of late, and many nobles carry curious white blades. Wenad’s, a once very open part of Bornal’s society seem to have retreated into their underwater cities.
These however are only whispers, Nonalia is enjoying it’s peace and prosperity. You have come to a Tavern, The Dancing Poppy, looking for a meal and a good night's rest.

A tall, dark skinned male passed through the doorway of The Dancing Poppy, a hint of uneasiness barely flickering across his proud features. Rue walked up to the door watcher, and with a fumbling exchange managed to set up payment for his night's stay. He was careful to maintain a composed, calm expression, no matter what he felt on the inside as he sat down on a bench near the corner, his dark eyes roving the small crowd gathered as the landlord and a server carried out the supper, some kind of stew. He subtly smelled the air, and though his features betrayed no emotion, felt the warm aroma calming as well as awakening in him an appetite. It had been a day since he had eaten anything. Another sniff assured him there would be freshly baked bread. He sighed slowly in contentment. With a soft wave of his hand he made his presence in the shadows know to the server, who gave him a quick nod before turning back into what Rue assumed was the kitchen. He eyed her casually, wondering who she was, daughter of the innkeeper perhaps? With a quiet smile he wished her well and settled back into his spot, hoping to hear any stray conversation of interest from the few tables surrounded by other guests.

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Beak glared at his stew. Though the griffin had been given a wide berth by many patrons, one slow sweep around the room told Rehman that Nonalia would be very, very different from Claundrel. The Feana in question slowly dipped a spoonful of the steaming liquid, letting the last drops fall one by one into his mouth. It was a curious feeling, being warmed from the inside out when he was so accustomed to fine dishes and courses, but it was one he welcomed. The eccentric pair had managed to snag a small booth in a dim corner of the tavern- The Dancing Poppy, was it? They'd been staying in residence here for two nights now, and probably would remain for a week.