[ The thing about being the innkeeper for a very quaint, very magical world-crossing ye olde fantasy inn targeted at adventurers is that... she very often does see weary travelers wandering in. Groups exhausted after a full day's travel and random encounters, or intrepid adventurers fresh from a challenging bout of exploration or confrontation with who-knows-what... She's seen a lot.
No, she doesn't work at Hotel Caelum, but she does very often linger around the concierge to converse with staff, and many of the friends she's made here have been ecstatic around their arrival, ready to kick back and relax on their indefinite vacation. But the guest that walks in now, is—
Not. He reminds her more of those downtrodden adventurers from home than anyone else here has. He also... looks familiar, but she can't quite place him. He couldn't have been one of her guests -because she remembers each and every one of them. Wher has she seen this face before...?
She can't help but approach - uh, mouse ears and tail and all - and quietly call out: ]
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No, she doesn't work at Hotel Caelum, but she does very often linger around the concierge to converse with staff, and many of the friends she's made here have been ecstatic around their arrival, ready to kick back and relax on their indefinite vacation. But the guest that walks in now, is—
Not. He reminds her more of those downtrodden adventurers from home than anyone else here has. He also... looks familiar, but she can't quite place him. He couldn't have been one of her guests -because she remembers each and every one of them. Wher has she seen this face before...?
She can't help but approach - uh, mouse ears and tail and all - and quietly call out: ]
Excuse me? Young sir?