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[glow=#000000]Triskalyn and Storm[/glow]
"This is really far out of the way, Tris."
"You just don't like being out of your natural habitat."
"...That might be part of it. My kind is really unusual around here..."
"I hate to break it to you, but "your kind" is unusual just about everywhere."
"...well, you're not wrong…"
It was an odd sight, a woman garbed in scale armor that looked as if it had been dyed with long-dried blood, walking next to a tall humanoid avian with red feathers and a vulture-esque look to him. They certainly weren't the usual sort for the area, where the strangest folks usually encountered were the insectoid Hivers. The avian (an aarakocra) looked like his kin might have been the Hiver's natural predators sometime far in the past, but not so much the case now. Aarakocra weren't an even remotely common sight here.
"They need help. We can help. So we will help," the woman, Tris, said firmly, fixing her bright golden gaze on the aarakocra.
The bird shifted somewhat uncomfortably. He might have been bigger than Tris, and most would probably be more concerned by him than Tris at a first glance (something about the red sclera and yellow irises was enough to make most uncomfortable), but the cleric was definitely a force to be reckoned with. Especially wearing red dragon scale mail. And this wouldn't be the first time she had tangled with undead; she had told him stories about the pair of undead trolls and the 15 other lesser undead she had faced previously. The lesser undead had been obliterated in the "light of Pelor" as she had put it, though the trolls had been a bit more hardy. He pulled his wings a bit tighter against his body, a hand ghosting down to brush over the fetchings sticking out from the quiver belted to his waist.
"Whatever you say, Tris," he sighed, "They should be close enough to a human that I can hunt them just the same."
Tris stopped abruptly, turning to face her companion and folding her arms over her chest.
"The undead aren't humans anymore, Rellaahk," she said firmly, "Remember that."
The bird nodded. Serious time, hm? Most didn't bother using his "proper" name, so to speak. It was a little difficult for human vocal chords. Most stuck to Storm, the name the tabaxi had given to him quite some time ago. He ruffled up his feathers a bit.
"Alright. Alright. C'mon, let's get in the tavern and start seeing what we can learn."
There was some irony in the ranger being the one to suggest they get into the inn, and it wasn't lost on Tris in the slightest. The sides of her lips curled up into a smile.
"That's usually my line."
They stepped into the inn, being stared at pretty openly upon their entrance. Tris gave one of her almost patented cheery little waves, absolutely glowing with a faint radiant energy. A little aura of literal sunshine around the cleric.
Storm slunk out from behind Tris to catch them a table, and Tris went to handle the business of food and drink.
"I don't know why she bothers. She could just make food," he murmured, shaking his head. Tris was an odd one. But effective, he couldn't deny that.