<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">Sybille quirked an eyebrow, waiting for Marek to finish his sentence. The Elf was well aware that  men, and sometimes even women, found her ‘figure’ attractive. It was something she had to deal with frequently at sea. She lifted her chin with a smirk, glad to know that she could still make grown men blush.<br/>
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While Jynx was catching up with her family, Sybille agreed with Marek to grab something to eat. And they decided that the best way to find food was to follow the smell of juicy elk meat.<br/>
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They approached an area where that delicious scent just made your mouth water. Since the weather was nice there were several tables and chairs outside the large tent, which was also sitting at the base of a tree. Most utility houses seemed to be at the base of the trees while their private homes were way up in the treetops only connected with catwalks.<br/>
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The interior was a large open space, one corner of the tent was dedicated as a cooking area with a small flap in the ceiling to let out the steam and smoke of their pots and fires. Some more tables and chairs along with some storage chests and closets.<br/>
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Sybille watched the few Felines grab plates and approach the cooks for their portion of the day. She glanced at Marek, pointing at the small table with utensils. She grabbed a plate herself and joined the line. <br/>
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She couldn’t help but feel unwanted here as the assassins gave her similar looks as Jynx. It was either the scent of the ocean that bothered them or the way she moved and talked that gave away her origins. Either way, a Noble Pirate doesn’t help at making friends among the common folk…<br/>
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Another thing that came to mind was the history between Beastfolk and Humanoids...Long story short, there was still resentment between the two species due a bloody past between them. There was a time where people, like hers and perhaps even Marek’s people, had treated these beings as nothing more than animals because well...they were kin to them. It has been a small century that both sides were treated equal. Perhaps that’s why there is this unease she was feeling.<br/>
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Together with Marek she sat at a table outside, admiring the village and its daily comings and goings. And the elk meat by the way, delish… As both adventurers were enjoying their meal, <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">“So what do you think about all this?”</span> she asked him before she took another bite. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">“About the plan to sit back, the Rod...And the stalking…”</span> she said the latter with a worried frown. Jynx never told them whether the spies were a coincidence or if they were connected with the ‘quest’. If it is then Sybille didn’t like the idea of just waiting around.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">“I think we need to have another chat with her, make sure we all understand what we’re getting ourselves into.”</span> she said as she put the plate with the dishes, thanking the cooks for their meal.<br/>
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They walked around aimlessly until they stumbled upon Jynx again who told them to feel free to explore around and to help themselves with the dining hall. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">“We already did, thanks.”</span> she said as she pointed behind them. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">“Where are you going?”</span> she asked the Shadowfang.<br/>
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Whatever it was that the feline had planned, Sybille decided to visit that merchant first to get some new clothes but not before turning on heels when her Elven hearing heard Jynx comment about Marek being ‘unique’. She frowned and squinted before turning back towards the merchant...slowly and pondering. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">"Secrets, secrets..."</span> she muttered to herself.<br/>
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At the merchant after some haggling she bought herself something more simplistic. Sybille hoped that perhaps if she dressed less fancy her companions, and perhaps future encounters, may go smoother. She was allowed to change her clothes at the shop, figured she could give them her old clothes then. It was expensive materials so they could make quite a few coins on it.<br/>
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It was a </span><a class="link link--external" href="https://i.pinimg.com/564x/e5/ac/fe/e5acfe8a4fa610fade91c00371d88170.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">simple outfit</span></a><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">; a pale blouse with a brown vest over it, a broad belt wrapped around her waist. Along with some brown pants and her old boots. She transferred her pouches and rapier to her belt. She even gave the merchant her feathered hat, it would only get in the way in combat. In fact she was certain that she would even lose it on her journey with what was to come.<br/>
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She went searching for Marek to present her outfit to him, <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">"What do you think? Less arrogant?"</span> she asked him as she spread her arms and twirled around a bit. </span>