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>Since two of the 4 Gil rolls were so close, I’ll count the highest of them.
>>Current Gil: 556
>>Go to the Harlot’s Respite with caution.
You give your eyes the best glazed over look you can pull off as you ignore DiMajjio and walk with a small crowd into town. You notice most people have hats on - bonnets, wide-brim, metal caps, hoods. You pull your red and white hood over your head, blending in while keeping an eye out for anyone suspicious. You peel out of the loose group you were walking with when you come to the inn.
Inside, the ground floor is set up like a tavern. Round tables scattered about, booths with curtains, and two bouncers scanning the crowd. And it was a crowd, you think, pulling back your hood. All kinds were here - Hume, gria, viera, elvaan, moogles. Most were in commoner garb or worker attire - one group had the arms and armor of adventurers. One pale woman was bedecked in skin-tight scale armor. You noticed her hand was splayed out on the table, stabbing down between her fingers in a betting game.
“Well hey there, darlin’,” a gruff man comes up to you, the smell of alcohol on his breath poignant. “Are you one of the new girls?” He asks with a grin. You turn to him with a glare, and upon seeing your anger, confusion sets in. A lot of people mistook you for a woman - most white mages were, and your thin frame and soft face didn’t help.
“Get away from him, Gus!” A woman shouts, flicking her cleaning cloth at him, like swatting away a fly. A tall and tan elvaan woman stands next to you, hands on her hips. The drunk scurries away, and she steps back and turns toward you. “Greetings! I am Leila DiMajjio, the owner of this fine establishment. I see you’re an adventuring sort and fresh off the airship,” she nods and gestures over to the notice board. “That’s where a lot of careers begin. If you need room and board, I got it. If you need food and drink, I got it.” She chuckles. “If you need company tonight, I got it. Just talk to me about any of it at the bar,” Leila winks at you as she returns to her post.
You are now left alone to your devices. The adventuring band seem to still be playing betting games, a bard has began strumming and singing a tune in the far corner with some workers, and one of the serving girls can’t seem to get her eyes off you as she works.
>How do you proceed? Write-In