Jasmine
*Curculio sat at a table positioned to the far left of the Crooked Fang Inn, his table positioned more so to the entrance. The window behind him gave way to a polite yellow color, shooting across the floor of the inn to add some color into the dilapidated building. Curculio found himself turning to the window more and more, completely neglecting the small plate of eggs before him. Vampires weren't *Supposed* To enjoy things like the sun or food, but Curculio found himself breaking both stereotypes in a single move.

The sun, despite the pain it'd do to Curculio otherwise, brought a sense of humanity to Curculio after many, many years of cowering in the shadows. But things were better now, he had a special ring to combat the sun's rays and he strode around more confidently than he would've done... 700 years ago? Curculio turned away from the window and looked down at the eggs before him. He specifically requested something small before he went, as he had eaten a few days before. In the early stages of Curculios vampirism, he often overate in a desperate desire to satisfy his overwhelming hunger. Like all things though, with time Curculio learned to drink less and less blood, managing to keep a delicate balance over his humanity and age.

Curculio ate his eggs at a slow pace, enjoying each bite as he looked around the inn. Everybody looked so peaceful, everyone moving around with their own tasks and worries. Curculio finished his eggs with a few small bites, sliding down the copper payment adjacent to his plate. He remained in his seat after he paid, more than willing to enjoy his surroundings before he began his walk to some other far away land. 

Curculio wore a full metal suit of armor, which gave him a funny look as he sat at the small wooden table. His helmet rested on the floor, right next to his feet. Other than that, Curculio clinked as he moved, wearing full gear. A lesser man might've taken off the gear to eat but Curculio had grown used to the experience.*
Jessica
*Dulcinea had been traveling for a long time after not being too scared to go to a big city. Something they felt bad about still but what could they do now? It was in the past and they just simply couldn't change that, they were running out of cash so there was nowhere to go but back. 

Sure they had been trying to find a teacher but it hadn't worked out. Maybe traveling to find one hadn't been a good choice but they had learned quite a bit during their travels and noted all of it. Of course their regular writing was not easy to read with it being a mix between two languages, but they liked making it that way so no one just could read their notes from their travels. Though their other notebook was a mess of them writing in many languages trying to ask the same things over and over. This was because they didn't like evading others minds right off so they were more like a mute asking. Only a few had ever actually heard them speak or talk telepathic.

Dulcinea would be heading into the crooked fang inn, their cloak keeping them covered as they usually liked it that way. Letting others not see their face usually helped others not go judging them or calling them a monster. They really didn't like it when others called them a monster, sure they understood why but it didn't make it any easier to hear when they never been that way. 

Walking into the inn they would look around the room, looking for a good spot to sit and rest at for the moment. With it now being more morning there was no reason for them to sleep, they had been up all night so they should try resting but it was not a good thing as more people would be up now than at night. Heading back to the corner Curculio were he was at as they would start to dig into their bag for a moment. Stopping in front of his table as they starting flipping through pages of text, trying to find exactly what they were wanting before finding it and turning it to show him. It would ask "If they could sit with him?"*
Jasmine
*Curculio pushed his empty plate forward, setting his slighty used napkin atop the dirty plate. He leaned back into his chair, a few creaks echoing out across the inn as Curculio readjusted himself. With his sword leaning on the side of his table and his helmet at the bottom of his feet, he simply leaned back and relaxed as he watched time pass.

As he was doing nothing but watching the world pass by, Dulcinea was noticed as she wandered inside the inn. Curculio noted the individuals cloak covering with an eyebrow raise of curiosity, trying to decipher what all the individual was here to do. 

Curculio wasn't a.. Racist person so to speak, and he didn't harbor a whole lot of ill will towards creatures, only having a deep hatred and occasional disgust for the dragons, drogons, and dragonborns. It might've been wrong to have the dragonborn, seeing as they had shunned their god, but everytime he saw someone with a hint of dragon in them he remembered his kingdom, and the hatred he felt when Leteron burned down.

Curculio had no ill will towards tieflings as stated, their blood was red just like many others and it had a relatively sweet flavor to Curculio, something he quite enjoyed. Rather than a deeper and gritty flavor like someone like an orc would have, the tieflings had sweet and hearty flavor, with a small portion of spice to them. 

Curculio simply nodded to the individual, pushing the chair by Dulcinea out from under the table with his foot to try and show some respect to the creature. Curculio had picked up on some of the creature's, albeit briefly, but he had a sense of growing curiosity for the individual before him.*

"What brings you to Revanor?"