>>6099726Between the two, The Scrying Orb seemed the more appealing choice. You’d be able to finally get a good bite to eat, while at the same time learning more about this competition and those you would be up against. With your mind made up, you take the lead, beginning your stroll through the city of Solis. As you walk through its large, heavily populated streets, you attract no shortage of attention. Even though you were far from the only foreigner mucking about in the city, the lion’s share of eyes seemed to gravitate towards you. You couldn’t be too surprised, as you looked vastly different from your average Morfisian. Many of the people of Solis were of a deeply dark or tan complexion, and walked around in light and airy clothing. Towering over them with your pale skin, red mane of hair and heavy armor, you stood out like a sore thumb.
“Goddess, it’s so hot here.” May complained from your side as you walked. “How are you not dying inside that suit?”
You were in fact, very uncomfortable. The weather of Morfis was extremely dry, and the sun was high overhead. But the Morfisians were not the only ones staring at you. So too, were the eyes of the other contenders, who were passing through the city. Each one would size you up from a distance, as if trying to slyly get a measure of your strength. At that moment, uncomfortable as you were, you were grateful for that armor. Not only did it help you cut an imposing figure, but it would be useful if any of these fools got ahead of themselves. From what you could tell at a glance, many of them seemed like small fry.
>“I can’t even feel the heat.” You lied.Following Alvin’s map, you eventually land in front of The Scrying Orb. Seated on a hill in the town and spanning multiple floors, the tavern was one of the larger buildings within the area. These Morfisians must have taken their drinking seriously. Finally something you’d had in common with them. You swing the door open to find a busy and loud interior. Both floors of the tavern are heavily packed with customers, both Morfisian and foreign alike. It’s hard to hear yourself even think with the amount of chatter that overwhelms you. An employee of the tavern turns around upon sensing the door opening, his face dropping when he sees you and May.
“Ahh…more contenders.” He says, putting on the biggest forced smile you’d ever seen. “W-welcome to our establishment. How may I help you?”
>“A table for two please. Two servings of whatever passes for booze around here, and a menu, if you would.”The tavern keeper flinches. “I-I’m sorry my lord, but we’re at full capacity at the moment.” Glass shatters from behind him, followed by uproarious laughter from a table of foreigners. “Perhaps you may come back another time?”
