[The innkeeper brightens at the mention of the house specialty, then seems to think a moment and looks at Zel more skeptically. “You alright with black soup then? Thick or thin?”
Throughout the rest of the room, there are a few possibilities for people who may be gawking at the hideous monstrosity that is Zelgadis. A cluster of small winged fairies seated around a small bowl of beer, distributing amongst themselves with a tiny ladle and tiny cups. An elfen couple having breakfast. An old lady watering the plants. A man perusing the menu while occasionally leaning over to nibble at a potted thing of grass by his side.
Absolutely no Emerys anywhere to be seen, though.]
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Throughout the rest of the room, there are a few possibilities for people who may be gawking at the hideous monstrosity that is Zelgadis. A cluster of small winged fairies seated around a small bowl of beer, distributing amongst themselves with a tiny ladle and tiny cups. An elfen couple having breakfast. An old lady watering the plants. A man perusing the menu while occasionally leaning over to nibble at a potted thing of grass by his side.
Absolutely no Emerys anywhere to be seen, though.]