[IRP] Between Two Worlds

[Cynon]

Selia observed the man's reactions to her quip. A slight chuckle, without any further reply. He might understand the comparison, but perhaps not the context to provide a suitable reply.

Once he spoke, Selia found his accent very intelligible, something she occasionally struggled with if it was an accent unfamiliar to her. She couldn't immediately place where his accent said he was from. Definitely further north, and he's not Sacaen or Etrurian. Ilia. Has to be from there.

"I'm not sure I know much," he replied to her. "They treat me with as much caution as any other foreigner. Come, sit. We can discuss this matter together." Definitely further north, and he's not Sacaen or Etrurian. Ilia. Has to be from there.

Selia took the seat opposite the man, straightening her blouse a little. She folded her right knee over the other, giving the robed man a sign that she was willing to invest time in the conversation. As if on cue, the man popped a question; "You don't happen to be from Edessa, do you?" Thought so. Wonder if they still have pegasi up there?

She smiled at him, brushing some of her bangs back a little.

"No, I'm from the east end of town, and before that, southern Ceroll." Selia replied. Most of the Eshren population in Sanovar was from various parts of Ceroll, and while some of them would often pine for the disaster there, Selia was not one of those.
"If the constables know you're Eshren, you'll get picked on by them a lot in the east end of town. I had heard that they were after some big time assassin, someone named the Iron Hawk, but I thought that was just a legendary killer from Nabata or Missur. Maybe I'm mistaken there."