<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a6/Neeral.jpg)<br/>Neeral (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1428855)</div>Early in the evening, a small red figure wandered down the streets of the Trade Ward, leading a mule behind her by its reins. She clutched an advertising poster in one clawed hand, and glanced at it occasionally as she made her way towards the Metal Inn.<br/><br/>Upon reaching the establishment itself, she stuffed the paper into her backpack and hitched her mule to a post on the street outside. She rummaged in the mule's saddlebags and brought out a blanket, on which the words "CARRYING EXPLOSIVES DONUT STEEL" had been painted in crude Common. She draped the blanket over the mule's back and pushed open the door to the inn.<br/><br/>The few people already in the common room, if they cared to look up, would see that the figure was a young kobold, with dull red scales. She wore a suit of leather armour over her torso and upper arms and legs, and scarves of bright yellow and orange adorned her neck, wrists, ankles and tail. A pair of bandoliers crossed her body, filled with tools and vials. A sturdy backpack on her back, with a crossbow strapped to one side and a coil of rope on the other, marked her clearly as an adventurer, albeit one who stood rather less than three feet tall.<br/><br/>Neeral looked around the common room curiously, and she tapped one of the metal walls with a claw, listening to the faint ringing noise it produced. She then shrugged and made her way to the bar, scrambling up onto a stool to catch the bartender's attention. "Hello there!" she greeted him, her Common proficient enough but heavily accented by her yapping, dog-like voice. "I'll have a, uh... an ale? And whatever you've got for dinner, stew or something? Goat if you've got it." She laid a few coins down on the counter, grinning hopefully. A moment later, she twisted around and gave the other two occupants of the common room a friendly wave.