The door to the Dunn Wright Inn swings open and bangs against the wall. Grog looks up and scowls.
"Gotta fix da demned door. Agin."
One of Venza's notorious Planks bravos enters the bar and looks around with a bold stare and a caress of the hilt of his rapier for anyone who dares look his way. He steps aside but in front of the door to keep it from swinging closed again. Walking into the bar after the bravo is an old woman, shoulders slightly hunched, dressed in a dark gray dress ragged along the hem. A linen scarf of the same dark gray covers her hair and frames her face. Her tanned, lined face and gray clothing all serve to draw attention to her clear, sky-blue eyes.
Though the old woman seems spry enough to not need it, she carries a walking stick that she raps on the floor of the inn before speaking in a thick, foreign accent.
"I seek the Daughter of Fumon, a cunning woman..." She lets her gaze wander round the common room until it lights upon Mirra sitting and studying a book at the bar. She approaches the bar and stands looking at Mirra.
"What do you read?"
[sblock=OOC] [MENTION=93930]Systole[/MENTION] Recruiting Mirra for
Lost Imperium.
[sblock=K (Geography) DC 10]The old woman has an Inner Sea accent and looks to be of Goti ethnicity.[/sblock][sblock=K (Religion) DC 15]Fumon is the Pell god of storms, also called the Changewind and the Breath of the Seithr.[/sblock][sblock=Perception DC 5]The old woman has a noticeable scent...[sblock=K (Nature) DC 10]She smells of Hamamelis, a plant colloquially known as witch hazel or winterbloom.[/sblock][/sblock][/sblock]
. . . . Mother Telka . . . .