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[Woe]

Dawn of 16th of Ashan 722

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Ceressa is a NPC from the Sapphire Inn

Before anyone had a chance to pester him, or beg him for this or that, or to get after him to pursue the investigation he was currently pursuing, Woe sought some alone time in the small hours of the morning on the steps of the Inn that he and his party were staying at. Not even Botany had stirred upon his waking, and sneaking out of their rooms before Woe got clear of his companions, and down to the common room. His passage was watched by a few of the faces down there, most notably the bright daughter of the proprietor, Ceressa, who eyed him with a mischeivous glint. She didn't speak up though, until after Woe made the move from the common room to the plaza that lay outside the Inn's entrance.

Jerris shook his head at his daughter in disapproval for that mere glance she'd made toward Woe. "Oh come on, Pa! I'd hardly live up to the name of Sapphire Seahorse if I didn't go after that one to see what I can see?"

Snickering, she heard the sounds of very very bad recorder playing from outside. "Besides, you don't want him scaring away potential customers with h is horrendous piping? Surely you don't." So saying, she picked up her own instrument, and skipped along toward the front entrance, then out of the doors.



Woe felt a tap on his shoulder before he heard her arrival. Perhaps his senses were dulling, or it was just the fact that he was failing at learning this recorder business. But Sod, who had appeared upon his shoulder, seemed to want to warn him against the approach. His hand lifted to point in the direction of the approaching woman, but didn't communicate the warning in time.

Woe quirked a brow at the tap on his shoulder, turning slightly to see the young lady. Ceressa was the daughter of the proprietor of the Inn. He knew that much, but little else about her. He drew his lips away from the recorder, long enough to give a small, "Hello."

Before he could ask what she wanted, she held up her own flute, and asked, "Would you like to learn to play properly? I can show you!"

Woe thought she was very forward, and frowned. But he couldn't deny that playing scales ad nauseum wasn't the best way to improve his skill at the recorder. He looked from her, to the diri on his shoulder. Telepathically, he sent a message to Sod, What do you think, Sod?

Hmmm... I... Think...

Several moments passed, and Ceressa quirked a brow at Woe's silence. He was about to answer her, before Sod gave his judgment, I think the plants would thank you... To imrpove your playing.

"That's a kind offer, Ceressa." Woe said, hot on the heels of Sod's input. "But what do you want in return?"

She brought her hand to her chin, tapping it with a finger, before lighting up, "Oh, you can tell me all about the Forging! What say you, a song for learning to play songs?"

Woe shrugged, then silently sent a thought to Sod, I hope I don't regret this.

Hmmm... Was all that Sod got off before Woe nodded to Ceressa, "Very well."

"Okay, but not here. We'll go somewhere where you won't crack the eardrums of any passersby."