[IRP] Between Two Worlds

[Cynon]

Selia turned her head slightly, noticing the tall meat mountain of a man take his place at a nearby table but not giving him much of a second thought as she returned to her meal for a moment. Orange hair, ruddy skin... dressed like that... can't be from here. Or Sacae. This place is about as lively as a graveyard tonight... he might be cute if he grew the mustache out...

Hearing what she thought might have been a laugh made Selia wonder if she had actually been talking aloud to herself. She had said dumber things in public before... but she had been somewhat intoxicated those nights.

Reverting to her usual, practical way of thinking, a thought occurred to Selia. He might have been around a bit. Might know what's going on. Milda's brain has been hard to pick tonight...

Selia wiped her hands clean, using the napkin provided for her, and left a nice tip before standing up and looking over at the tall, bearded man. After staring out the window momentarily, collecting her thoughts, she approached the tall man.

Before speaking, she caught the scent of incense and noticed the clothing was a bit heavier than what would be usual for this part of the world. He's from colder climate... either involved with drugs or religion, and given some priests I've met, I wouldn't doubt both... hmm, let's see if he's from here...

Selia made no attempt to hide her heavy Eshren accent once she spoke. She had no fear of racist slurs hurled around in this establishment, and besides, she was armed.

"Cheers. You know anything about what's stirred up the constables? They're acting like they've just seen their little sister marry an Eshren." she smirked, poking fun at the (correct) perception that the Bernese constables feared intermarriage between Bernese and Eshren residents. Eshrens could be just as hardheaded sometimes, but not as often.