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Message: <blockquote data-quote="KahlessNestor" data-source="post: 7019431" data-attributes="member: 6801311">LlastLate Fall/MorningAsherah almost bounced giddily as she peeked through the curtains of her palanquin, carried along the roads from the Tabaxi Suzerainty by minotaur slaves. The big, beefy humanoids cut a wide path through the streets as they entered the port city. Asherah’s green eyes took it all in, wide and excited, her tail lashing behind her. She pushed back her auburn hair and called for a halt.The slaves set the palanquin down and stood at attention in place as one of the tabaxi warriors following pushed the thick curtains aside. Asherah slipped out, her light boots scraping along the cobblestone streets, and she straightened her sari as she looked around. In her hand, she idly toyed with her lucky glass eye she had one in a parcheesi game from a human trader.“There is a tavern there. Get the slaves some water and a meal before you head back,” she told her escort. “Thank you for your kind care and concern on the trip.” She flashed them a smile before she went bounding off into the tavern herself, now free of her escort.Asherah looked around the bustling common room at all the various races. Some she had seen as traders, but most she had only read about in books, or heard about from a wandering minstrel.“What’ll ye ‘ave, lassie?” a short creature with a long beard asked. Asherah guessed he was a dwarf. She towered over him, and most other creatures in the tavern, her frame tall and willowy.“Ehm...” Asherah looked around, unsure. No one seemed to be drinking milk like she was used to. “I’ll have what he’s having.” She pointed to a human down the bar.The dwarf nodded and pulled out a mug, filling it from a keg and putting the heady drink in front of her. She tasted it and got her whiskers full of the foamy head. She sneezed, twitching her whiskers, but finally got some of the ale. It tasted strange, but not bad. It would take some getting used to.</blockquote>

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