Michael
*It had been months since Syele had been in her home due to the construction that had been undertaken by her own desire. The building itself had been converted to an inn, entertainly called the Husen House of Tails, a place offering a special service of cuddles handled solely by oriates whom which Syele had personally gathered from the homeless populations of foreign cities.

The jackal now stands outside of her new home at the grand opening, staring dully at front door as many of the newly hired oriates walking the dirt road leading to the inn.*
Diane
It had been a long, *Long* Time since Psyche had last taken a rest. Wrapped up in a guise that likened her to a Mogash rather than an Oni, she slowed slightly as she looked at the building.

Rubbing a hand over her face, she looked towards the Jackal and then at the Oriates walking the dirt road towards the Inn. For no reason other than curiosity and bemusement she follows them; Falling in line like she belongs there despite standing out so damn clearly.
Michael
"The things I do to relieve a bit of my bloody loneliness I deal with." *The oriate mutters under her breath at that time as she watches some of the rather shabby looking oriates had finally arrived to her side, not only was it to be her home, but the entire fresh staff that was now by this time walking through the door and looking through the inn with a hint of glee. Many were crippled, amputees of battle that simply couldn't afford the healers while others were among the financially destroyed, desperately seeking out work to apply themselves toward.

Syele turned and looked about the line of the fifteen workers she had hired. The jackal would lock eyes on a stranger, someone out of place that she was sure she had not hired among the group.* "Ah, stranger, are you looking for a stay?" *The jackal spoke out with her dull and monotone voice as she looked the stranger top to bottom.*
Diane
"One, two... Three..." Voice quite soft, almost a hoarse whisper from the Mogash as she followed the Oriates. Like many of them she looked... Shabby and thin as if it had been a while since they had taken in a meal or slept in a bed. Their eyes had set back in their sockets just a touch, giving them a shadowed and hollow look. 

Following everyone else she counted the windows in the building, eyes shifting from one to the next as she examined the look of them. The wheels were visibly turning to determine how many each wall might have. 

The blank, dreamy eyed look abruptly cracked at the words, blinking and looking at Syele. "I may be." She said, voice not rising and stopping to face the Jackal. "I saw everyone coming this way and decided to follow. I remember hearing hammers and voices here for a while."
Neal
*The oriate standing before Psyche seemed small and insignificant to a degree, but however she gave off an bizarrely cold feeling as if they were absent of their own emotions to a degree. The jackal nodded at the woman slightly before speaking again.* "Hm, yes, there was a great bit of noise in this direction since they were wrapping up the inn, plus many of my workers were in a hurry to get to their home. I suppose it would attract a stranger of your kind."

*The jackal would then hold the door open for psyche with her cold expression while she looked in herself, the place was quite large with at least two servant quarters and several rooms visible from a stairway. The first room was clearly a sitting area with a kitchen mixed in. Syele would take a seat at an table while looking at the woman for a spare second.* "Care to have a seat, stranger?"
Diane
Tilting her head Psyche's apparently limited and flighty focus, she had nearly returned to counting, shifted and focused on the Oriate. Seemingly absorbing the small talk she nods at the appropriate times to nod, and makes a soft sound of agreement like someone going through the motions of such behaviors.

When she turns and holds the door open she steps inside, quietly pulling back the hood covering her head. Inside now her gaze shifts to an Oriate with tufted ears, one notched from an old scar. Then towards another with a stub tail as she subconsciously looks towards the workers and their injuries, scars and marks. 

It doesn't look like pity. More like a curiosity unspoken. Again when Syele speaks she blinks and drags her focus back to the present. "Please." She says to the offer, moving and sitting down almost delicately. "Husen House of Tails?" She repeats the name, testing it out.
Michael
*The jackal simply waved to one of her new workers as they nodded and brought over a bottle of cheap wine along with two glasses. Each being poured with an uneasy hand as the one pouring the glass was notably missing three of her fingers. But, nonetheless Syele patted the women's hand afterwords and then returned her attention to her first guest.*

"Yes, I thought it a interesting name and something to carry on with my own family name as well. All the workers here are oriates paid well to service the inn. We also offer a respectable service of cuddles or more often known as bed warming. But, as a policy we allow nothing of an disgusting nature in this establishment. Yet, you don't seem the type for it." *She finished speaking, looking around the room a bit more as the staff continued to explore the freshly built bulding.*
Diane
The Mogash shifts their eyes to one of the workers as the bottle and glasses are brought over, eyes lingering on the missing digits of the hands with detached interest. As the woman walked away she followed her with her gaze until Syele spoke again.

Maybe she was on something, or just dazed or tired. "Oriates like yourself, and many are interesting. Was that on purpose?" She asked, voice polite despite calling the various missing pieces and scars on the workers 'interesting'. She gave a pause then as Syele continued. Bed warming or cuddling. 

"I admit I don't think I cuddle. I haven't tried," She said with a rather blank tone that could almost be funny if it weren't so earnest. "Likewise I'd not want to do anything 'disgusting'. It seems as if it would be disconcerting. Constant experience with uncomfortable and grotesque exposures has a tendency to cause numbness and loss of will to act or live. That isn't really good for anyone or anything."
Michael
*Syele would give little attention to the woman's dazed state as she herself gave off a fairly similar appearance. Her eyes were glistening cold, but nonetheless they were focused on the woman intently with every move she made only halting long enough for her to take a sip from her wine.* "Ah? Many of them were hand selected mostly for the fact of their need. I find many of those missing something of their own find more purpose in their work since they are often looked down upon by our society. Majority of them were dying on the streets and living by scraps until I came by." *There was no emotion in her words, none of pride or pity, just a simple fact of the matter.*

"Well, it is... An warming experience to have a body to hold yours I do suppose. A fake show of affection to withhold a soul on their journey to say the least. I myself believe it will be great for business since so many travel through here."
Diane
Psyche's own glass was untouched for a long moment as she watched the workers, dark eyes following their movements. Her head tips as she says nothing for a long moment before speaking slowly, "They're beautiful." She says it simply as though speaking of a painting or a work of art. "Irregular. Disconcerting. Damaged. I like them."

At least she was being truthful of the matter of the workers, though she paused and then continued, following a thin thread of logic. "Are doors closed or open here? One would hope they are not left alone with customers. I understand rules and the fences around behaviors to follow mores and taboos. While I understand this do others?"
Michael
*Gently tips her glass against her lip while taking another sip as she listen to Psyche's evaluation of her workers and simply nodded in agreement to the assessment.* "I do found them to be more interesting than others myself. I'm quite fond of them due to me being quite similar. I suffered a full body burn from a mage at point blank range... My entire body was scarred severely."

*The jackal spoke of the trauma as if it was something minor in her life without a trace of concern in her voice.* "As for your question I have a system in place where two workers will check each room every thirty minutes both day and night to ensure the safety of the workers here. While the customers may be disturbed I believe it better than that of an open door policy due to some enjoying some degree of privacy." *The jackal let out a so soft hum in thought as she adjusted in her seat.*

"And you, my dear, would you like a room here and a bed warmer for the night?" *She spoke out blatantly and looked at the lass intently.*
Diane
She finally picks up the glass and sniffs it before sipping. It was almost overly sweet after a long time to bland food and water She sets the glass back down, brushing her fingers against themselves to rid the sensation of the smooth glass. "Was scarred? Did you get rid of them then?" Voice not accusatory, but *Almost* Disappointed.

"If you think that's enough protection for them, then I suppose that's what they will have," She says quietly, nodding without anymore input into whether or not she thought it was satisfactory. "Though admittedly, I don't have many qualms about my own privacy. This isn't my house. I am a guest. So one may assume rules of hospitality are in play." She says, like.. Following old, childhood rules are on for her.

At the question her head tilts again. "I need a room. I suppose I could see what cuddling is. They probably won't wish to however unless there is a place to bathe here. Additionally, I've not *Much* Money."
Michael
*The jackal just nodded for a spare moment in thought before rolling up the sleeve of her cloak to reveal burn scars litter across her arm with much of her skin's tissue ruined and barely healed correctly.* "Was I do suppose may not had been the correct word since I still am."

*The jackal stated flatly before rolling back down her sleeve. She'd then take one more deep sip of her wine while looking to some of the other oriates who had took note of her horrid burn.*

"Well, I do believe I can offer you a hot bath and a lass. But, regardless, none of them are quite anointed in their own small so none would really mind. Furthermore, money will not be an issue, consider a gift for being the first guest of this house."
Diane
She pauses to look at the burns, leaning in just slightly. The disappointment was gone at least, eyes quiet and distant again. It visibly seemed to interest her, eyes tracing along the paths until the sleeve is pulled over the markings again. A nod as if, perhaps, satisfied as Syele takes a deep sip of the wine.

Focusing on the Jackal again, she nodded. "Thank you for the hospitality. I won't abuse it, nor will I upset any of the individuals here. I promise." There was a firmness to those words, but they were honest.
Michael
"Very well, I will take your word for it. Miss Elisa will be your keeper for the night, she is a New Salvania local who fancy herself a mercenary mage until sh-" *Syele was cut off by a thinly looking wolf oriate with a missing arm who pulled Syele's head against her stomach.*

 "Until a fukkin' cunt with a fanc'iy sword took off my bloody arm!" *The wolf oriate was loud... Very loud, causing the humble conversation between the two to be shattered.* "So ay! I'll be showin'ya to your room then lass! I don't bite, so come on!" *The wolf like oriate voice was thundering yet sweet, creating an odd sensation while Syele was freed from her grasp and simply stared with pure disgust.*