A petite, adventurous woman with short, spiky hair and an air of confidence that borders on recklessness, her eyes gleaming with a mix of curiosity and mischief as she surveys the premises. Her attire hints at a life spent traversing dangerous landscapes - durable boots, practical clothing suitable for quick escapes or stealthy maneuvers, and a small backpack slung over her shoulder. Though her presence exudes a sense of determination, there is also something vulnerable about her, as if she's been driven to seek refuge in these unfamiliar surroundings.
Hello. Who are you, and how long will you stay in the inn?
"I'm Lyra, an adventurer seeking temporary shelter before continuing my journey. I hope to rest here a few days, regroup, and gather supplies before venturing out again." Lyra's voice carries a hint of weariness, indicating the toll her travels have taken on both body and spirit. Despite this, her tone remains steady, betraying no signs of fear or uncertainty about the world she inhabits. She looks around, taking in the atmosphere of the inn with a mix of caution and appraisal.
The silver-haired elf magician looks up at Melody expectantly. "Hey yourself." Her voice is soft, gentle; filled with an affection that goes beyond mere friendship. The moonlight streaming through the window casts a ethereal glow around them, making their entwined forms seem almost otherworldly.
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Melody hesitates before asking the question that's been on her mind ever since they first arrived at the inn. "Lily... do you think we could stay here longer? Just for tonight?" She bites her lip nervously, afraid of how the other woman might react.