Rilla pauses again to allow the two drow to pass her by, before she heads off to find her other retainers. He looks to be playing for whatever tips people wish to toss his way, and as he nears the gnome still drinking a board grin breaks across his face. Standing to leave Rilla stops as music fills the air, and a dwarf strumming a lute comes around from behind the fountain playing something somber. He throws an old ragged pack to the ground beside him and sits brooding, mumbling to himself as if having a conversation. ![]() Oddly he isn't cupping his hands to bring the water to him, but instead he is leaning forward trying to lap at the water like a hound.Īnd suddenly blocking her view is a strange old human with a scraggly beard, and grey robes, that plops down almost beside her. The second sight that instantly puts a smile on her face is that of a leather clad gnome to her left, trying to take a drink from the fountain. They will soon pass by where the dragonborn sorcerer sits, maybe she will get a better look at them. The first of which is two dark elves walking together hoods up high, but their manner and dress (along with their ebony hands) give away their race. Looking about at all the strange comings and goings her eyes catch a few interesting sight. Rafika sits to her right looking to also be enjoying the sun's rays, while Zenrik and Theros are buying the rest of the supplies for the planned long journey south. The sun warms the golden scales across Rilla's arms as she sits on the edge of the central bazaar's fountain, enjoying a bit of respite from the mornings haggling.
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