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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Metea" data-source="post: 7345867" data-attributes="member: 6939041">Metea: Exotic Wares"Well, it is good to meet you, Dira. I am Metea- and my friend here is Otiroth," the tiefling replied.It was shaping up to be a good day, and all thoughts of being late for another meeting were lost under the new distraction of making both herself and her sorcerer friend look good in front of these out-of-towners. City hospitality, right?As they walked, weaving between excited crowds with their eyes fixed on the tower, Metea listened to Dira with the sincerity that such dire proclamations required. Perhaps she was humoring the girl a little, but less so than she had been Otiroth. "They sound horrible," Metea agreed. "They shed their skin- like a snake? A snake with legs?" Maybe Dira's father had a more direct description?She had been copying books recently, and while the words were something she usually let drift away, the illuminations by older clerics and scribes stuck with her a bit more. Some of them were of fantastical beasts, and those images played in the back of her head as she listened.</blockquote>