If you were lucky enough to passing by The Calling Conch tonight, the smells of Kerry Silvertip’s famous chowder would have pulled you into the bustling tavern and inn. Thursdays were always a favorite amongst her regular patrons and the superstitious sailors that frequented the place, credited their seaman’s luck. You couldn’t pass by and ignore the welcoming aura of her establishment, it was a respected facility is Luskan, ran by woman that earned that respect the hard way.<br/><br/>It took her 26 years of working her fingers to the bone before she had saved enough money and worked her way up in the ranks. Kerry wasn’t the type of person to dream of a never ending adventure on the high sea. She wanted to cook and make people feel good. It’s a humble dream, but it was hers and no one could take it from her. Retiring as the right hand man to Captain Jomo Shadebarren; a quartmaster had a decent percentage of the cuts and Kerry saved every scrap of silver she could.<br/><br/>It was a lucky find, a blessing from the sea, her future inn. Along the docks, where her friends and fellow seamen would pass by. She wouldn’t be far from the water that gave her dream life. Kerry bought the place and went straight to work in fixing it up. It took her a few months to get everything in working order and find vendors. It gave her such purpose, a new meaning a new life. Until she found Bliss.<br/><br/>A pink squishy baby abandoned in the alley behind the row of shops The Calling Conch was attached to. Smiling and cooing despite the circumstances and the babies appearance. Kerry was in love the moment she saw the babe. Perfect and pink in every possible way. The old pirate knew a few tiefling in her travels and knew the distress someone must be in to leave a baby like this, tossed in the littered cobbles of an alley. If the parents wanted her they could always come back. Not that Kerry thought of Bliss as anything other than her own kin. The two of them grew into the Conch and had a life worth living.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><script class="js-extraPhrases" type="application/json">
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</div></div><br/>“<b>You’re telling me those treasures are still out there!? You know where to find it all! No ones gone looking for them yet?” </b>The excitement in the sweet girl had her gripping the back of the empty seat in front of her in support. Her wide white eyes growing even wider in wonder and  hope. The grumpy and weathered sailor in front of her didn’t seem too worked up, in fact, he seemed bored of the story he had finished and the assault of questions that followed.<br/><br/>“<b>Aye lass... Yet another reassuring reminder that we aren’t the first to die for such a t’ing. No one wants cursed treasures, and my life is worth more than a few coins that loot would gift me.” </b>He was a bit pudgy for a man with elvish blood, brooding and dark.<br/><br/>Bliss was about to continue asking about the hidden pirate spoils when she felt the round hip of her mother knock her back into reality. The blood lineage wasn’t there, but mother and daughter shared the same plump behind.<br/><br/><b>“I can hear your little squeals from behind the bar, girl! Don’t you know that pirates lie and cheat and steal?” </b>The moment the young spawn opened her mouth to fire back, Kerry arched her grayed eyebrow and gave her a look that immediately shut her up.<br/><br/>The little demon would have loved to point out her mother was a pirate once.<br/><br/>“<b>Go and tend the drunks. I need to rest my feet, and I don’t trust that new girl to know a real copper from a pebble.” </b>Before Bliss could even think of arguing, her mother was seated in the chair and, by the looks of it, about to reem the fat elven sailor a new sail.<br/><br/>With her empty tray under her arm, Bliss tucked some of the colorless hair that had fallen in her face, behind the curled rams horn that grew from her temples. The Calling Conch was a neutral spot for any weary traveler to stop in, there were many kinds of being that went in and out the doors there.<br/><br/>Bliss had seen every kind of race and color a person could be. Only a handful of tiefling, and none that looked like her. One didn’t even have a tail! Her’s was safely tucked under her worn skirts, wrapped like a whip.<br/><br/>If idle hands were a devils play thing, Bliss’s tail was his favorite toy.<br/><br/>Regardless, not many stared at her and if they were it was only after her blossoming into womanhood. Usually those customers received a cold glare from Kerry and not the friendliest service. The young filled out as she entered her twenties, her light pinkness only added to her heightened femininity now. Before it was seen as a sign of youth, pink and tender.<br/><br/>The inn was full, the tavern was rowdy with noise and song. Looking around her, Bliss knew she should be happy here. She had a family and a good life and her mother let her practice magic whenever she wanted. It just wasn’t enough to soothe the wanderlust spirit in her. The drunks at the bar were topped off, the chef they hired last year was off tonight, the busboy was quick to clear tables, and the new barmaid was busy flirting for an extra coin. So caught up in their own worlds, they didn’t even realize they were caged up.<br/><br/>Without even realizing it, she sighed, the high of her excitement was fading.<br/><br/>Longingly, she watched the latest musician to grace them play his fiddle and sing a sad lament of a lost love and his journey to find her again. The warm glow of the worn in candleholders and hearth added to the sadness of his story. The young girl found herself leaning against the bar, her chin in her hand. Staring. Humming along. Wishing for some kind of chance to see the world. Oblivious to the guest staring at her instead, lost in the world the song weaved around them.