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</div></div>The tavern was positively<i>bustling</i>with activity, barmaids and other workers rushing this way and that with food and drink, men and woman alike giving their praises, sharing stories of something or other, the rare fumbling child trying to convince a caregiver to come home. The last of which brought a sour expression to Uri's face when she caught sight of it, only to have it fade in favor of a more neutral expression.<br/><br/>It wouldn't do to cause a scene of any sort, and she personally wasn't in the mood to get in a screaming match with someone who should already<i> know better</i>. Drunks had a tendency to get violently defensive, whether that meant physically or verbally didn't matter.<br/><br/>Besides, the last time she caused a bar-fight on the behalf of someone else she had to deal with Magnus finding out exactly what she was mid-chase back to the Obsidian Wing's dock.<br/><br/>[Nor did she enjoy the three hour argument that took place over her 'sense-of-self' as a Changeling.<br/><br/>She was useful.<br/><br/>That was all that really mattered to the crew, wasn't it?]<br/><br/>Didn't make her feel any less shitty though.<br/><br/>"Useless," she couldn't help muttering to herself as she shouldered the door open, only to witness Magnus squeeze a sausage link hard enough that it exploded straight into Ariora's, their Quartermaster's, face.<br/><br/>"What the fuck did I miss?" She couldn't help but ask dumbly.