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Luna had not heard a lot about the City of Carine before she visited it. It was on her list of cities to visit since she still hadn’t figured out exactly where in Daravin she’d be making her long-term home. It was on her list because she had a friend that supposedly moved to the area several years ago with her family and Luna thought she’d catch up with her. As she entered the city, she was greeted by the sight of bustling streets and busy shops. The buildings looked interesting, and the scent of freshly baked bread filled the air. Luna walked down the street, looking and asking around for anything she could find out about her friend. She ultimately found out at her friend’s house but her parents directed her outside the city, where her friend was said to be living.
That was a few days ago.
It was midafternoon when Luna finally walked into the right town, somewhere between the badlands and Carine. She was tired from walking all that way and was getting tired of the company of the people she’d travelled with. She gladly entered the local tavern and craved something to eat and drink. It might have sounded crazy that she’d come all this way just to say hi to someone. However, she didn’t have contact with anyone from her past life so meeting an old friend was going to do wonders for her mental health. That could wait till tomorrow though. For now, she just wanted to sit back and relax.
Luna scanned the tavern after making her order and plopping down at one of the empty tables. She leaned forward and propped up her head with the palms of her hands. The atmosphere wasn’t anything impressive. She’d been to dozens of taverns just like this one in the past few years alone. It had the typical performer in the corner, a couple people playing darts, the obvious criminals discussing things they ought not to, etc.
Luna was dressed for travel and not for work. She wore black pants and a grey shirt, and had her strung longbow leaning against the table with her quiver right next to it. Her hair was tied into a ponytail and tucked into the back of her shirt. Her face was sweaty and she was in dire need of a bath after her travels. At her side was a pointy looking knife in a sheath. She had an air of confidence about her that suggested that she wasn’t all that worried about inviting trouble. This was mainly due to finally recovering from mageblight and ready to wield magic as a weapon if need be.