Lots of people had tattoos, so she doesn't pay that much attention.
Looking around she says, "This place seems to have a cozy feeling to it."
Not knowing why the woman had been watching them, she keeps an eye on her, but is careful not to stare since it was rude. Looking around once again she says, "Yeah, this town seems pretty nice for the most part. I wouldn't mind coming back again sometime. What do you think about this place love?" She asks Dagmarr who seems to be quietly taking it all in.
She nods, "Well, if Jerrica's friends are here, we'll probably come back here from time to time so she can see them."
"Depends on what's going on when we get to where we're going," Jerrica says.
"We can always make time for you to visit your friends," Thorgr says. "Unless there are other towns in this land, we might need to come here for clothing and supplies."
Sig orders the same as Jerrica, taking another look around the tavern.
Not knowing why the woman had been watching them, she keeps an eye on her, but is careful not to stare since it was rude. Looking around once again she says, "Yeah, this town seems pretty nice for the most part. I wouldn't mind coming back again sometime. What do you think about this place love?" She asks Dagmarr who seems to be quietly taking it all in.
"Seems like a fine enough place." Dagmarr replies with a smile. "Quiet, which isn't a bad thing."
She nods while keeping an eye on the strange tattooed woman who keeps staring at them, "MmmHmm...." She responds distractedly to Dagmarr's comment.
Two more tattooed women enter the tavern along with a gnome and talk to the seated women.
Now things were getting weird. Was everyone like tattooed here or something? Was it some kind of tribal thing? Looking at her friends she asks, "Is it just me, or are there quite a few people around with tattoos? I mean....I just feel like I'm missing something. I wonder isf everyone around here has them, or if it's some kind of ritual tribal thing."
"Seems like they are a clan or something," Thorgr comments.
She nods, "I guess so....but that one that keeps staring at us is starting to make me feel uncomfortable. I almost feel like I need to say something or find out what her issue is."
"I'll go over with you," Thorgr offers. "If that's what you want to do."
Giving her love a smile she says, "Sure, I mean...I don't know how else to find out why she keeps looking at us."
Thorgr gets up and offers his hand to Frostine. "Then let's say hello."
Taking his hand she smiles and stands before heading over to the table of tattooed women with him. Clearing her throat she gives them a smile, "I'm sorry to interrupt....but we were just wondering, is there a particular reason why you keep staring at us?" She asks, the smile never once leaving her face.
The tattooed woman looks up at Frostine. "Not all of you. Just her."
She nods at Sig. "She looks like someone I used to know. It's unlikely that she is."
She looks from Sig to the woman before shaking her head, "I'm sorry....where are my own manners? I am Frostine, and this is my husband Thorgr. The woman you speak of, is our friend Sig. I'm sorry if she reminds you of someone, but I can assure you that she is not that person since non of us are from this world." She says as simply as the situation would allow. It wasn't something that was easy to explain.
The woman raises an eyebrow. "My name is Magestreia. I meant no offense...but I have had bad experiences with northerners."
She seems to think for a bit while leaning into Thorgr's side, "Well, I'm sorry if the Northerners of this world treated you badly, but we are not them. We're really only passing through on our way to help someone else that lives North from here we believe. She's all alone, and needs help finding her way....or something like that I'm sure. We just came here first tho meet up with some friends of Jerrica." She says, indicating Jerrica, who sits next to Sig.
Looking back at Magestreia she says, "I really am sorry for whatever they did to you. Your staring didn't offend us, it just brought up some painful memories of my own concerning people staring at me and whispering about me when they thought I couldn't hear them. It's okay, I was just curious really."
Magestreia nods. "I apologize again and good luck on your journeys."
Sadhana listens to the exchange in silence and understanding. It was highly likely that in her past life as a white dragon, Magestreia would have had more than a few hostile encounters with the fierce people of the north. It peaked her interest somewhat that their group sought to aid someone who they didn't appear to know and would be heading north as well.
Frostine gives her a smile, "Don't worry about it, and thank you. We're probably going to need all the luck we can get. We don't know the name of the place we're going, or even the name of the person we're supposed to help. All we really know is what she looks like from the vision we had. I've never really seen anyone with metallic looking skin, black wings, and ruby red glittering eyes before, so we shouldn't have too hard of a time spotting her though." She pauses briefly, "I'm sorry, I don't mean to keep you from your meal. I see that your....clan is getting ready to depart as well, so we wish you luck also. Anyways, enjoy your meal." Why couldn't she just shut up? Maybe it was just the excitement of being above ground again, and in a new place, but she had so much going on in her head.
Taking Thorgr's hand she turns to head back to their own table.
Frostine stops in her tracks as the strange blue colored woman comes in and snatches up their friend. These must be the two that Jerrica was referring to, but she would wait for the excitement to calm down before taking her seat again. She didn't want to get knocked down by the excited young lady.
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