Gathers no Moss (Dusty)

[Camelia Isorriel]

Camelia frowned as her wanderings took her to a tavern. It wasn't as if she hadn't been to one before, in other places, though this whole place was new. Unlike Beylinde, though, Camelia had far more interest in hiding than in being noticed. But still, her posture as she walked in might have given her away.

She had confidence that few people would say anything about it. It wasn't that she was violent, but if she wanted to hurt somebody, she'd have no objection to pointing her longsword at anyone's face.

[Dusty Dawson]

The patrons of the Bard and Ballista turned to regard the newcomer. A few gruff faces grumbled an ineligible sound or two before returning to their beverages. Others let their eyes linger a little longer than was polite. But, these types of establishments were not known for their manners.

Dusty had parked herself at her usual table. She often came down from her apartment up above to indulge in a drink or two. The detective shot a studious eye over towards the woman who just entered.

"This one could be trouble." she snickered to herself.

[Camelia Isorriel]

Camelia frowned a bit, wondering why she was being stared at by some of the patrons. She knew that she was taller than half of the people there, but that didn't bother her. She half-wondered if it was her hair color, but if that was the case, then it wouldn't have bothered her as much. She walked about, in search of a free table.

[Dusty Dawson]

Dusty had received a very similar greeting from the fine patrons. Newcomers were just not seen all that often. Still, there was something just a little different about this one. The woman began to scan the tavern for an empty table. It was, however, a rather busy night. As most nights were for establishments such as this. Feeling rather friendly, Dusty waved at the other red-head.

"C'mon an' have a seat!" she called out, "Hudson! Grab another round!"

Dusty had issued the order to the irritable looking dwarf who owned the tavern....and her apartment. With an illegible grunt, he shuffled off to fetch two more pints.

[Camelia Isorriel]

Camelia smiled a bit, moving toward the table and the other redhead.

"...Oh?"

She reluctantly sat down, uttering a somewhat stilted-sounding "Hello".

[Dusty Dawson]

"Now, c'mon an' relax." Dusty insisted as the woman took her up on her offer, "These fellas here look like a tough bunch, but they're a buncha softies once ya get ta know 'em. The regulars just don't go greetin' strangers with 'Hi how are ya?' Now then...my name's Dusty Dawson, pleased to be meetin' ya!"

She offered a gloved hand to the stranger. Still the smiling and friendly "hostess", she got a closer and more careful look at her fellow red-head.

"So..." she leaned in a little closer, dropping her voice to a whisper, "You ain't exactly a local. I got an eye for spottin' fellow foreigners. Gonna go out on a limb here an' guess that your royalty. Which brings the question of....what brings a gal o' your standin' out here? I ain't all the surprised. Just curios. As a matter of fact, I just ran into another royal 'round these parts just the other day. Nice gal, she was...also had red-hair! Huh...funny that..."

[Camelia Isorriel]

"...Ah, you've seen my sister..."

Camelia frowned. She didn't particularly want to talk about Beylinde right now. Not that she ever did.

"My name is Camelia, and I came seeking escape."

[Dusty Dawson]

"Sister?" Dusty arched an eyebrow, 'Calla didn't say she had a sister...', she thought to herself.

Dusty leaned forward and took a careful inspection of the girl who had identified herself as Camelia. No, that didn't seem right. She didn't know Calla for very long, but it seemed quite obvious that they were talking about two completely different people.

"Nah, it wasn't your sister, whoever she is." she leaned back, "Gal I met wasn't anythin' like you. An' I mean that in the pure physical sense, o'course. From the way she looked to the way she dressed. Them druids sure are a particular lookin' bunch an' you don't strike me as bein' a druid. Although, if ya don't mind my sayin', she did carry herself in a very different manner. Though, that don't necessarily mean you ain't related. So, that just leaves the physical comparisons. Now, all that aside, get yourself comfortable, enjoy your drink and commence this little escape plan o' yours."

Dusty grinned as Hudson returned to the table and delivered two mugs of ale. The foamy head sloshed about scattered a few stray bits across the table. The dwarf meandered off, as another patron demanded his attention.

"Nice meetin' ya, Camelia." Dusty lifted her mug, "Here's ta good plannin'!"