Name: Seren

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Gender: Shewolf (She/Her)

Profession: Seamstress

Skills: Primarily sewing, but she finds many uses for it: repairing clothes, stitching up wounds, patching tents or equipment, ...

Gear: Heavy furs to keep her warm, leg wraps to protect her legs and come in handy as spare fabric, and a handmade handkerchief from her best friend back home.

Items: A lantern, lots of threads/needles/small accessories strung up into her clothing and dangling from her belts, a handful of Piplin Poppers (they're actually just guppy bites, but somehow it's the only thing she's found so far they'll eat that doesn't make them gassy), a large waterskin of moonwater, exactly three pebbles (each guarded by a piplin), 2 moonstones, and a handful of moonstone shards.

Companion:

By Choice? One Crested Snowloon (Chip)

Others? 3 Piplins (Pippi, Dippi, and Lynn)

Extra:

Pippi, Dippi, and Lynn showed up one day unannounced and started cuddling up in Seren's furs. She thought it was cute, at first, and welcomed their presence by sharing her guppy bites. It was all fun and games, until they started tugging at her fur and chittering shrilly in her ears. Next thing she knew, she was on an adventure subject to the demands of the piplins. She's not sure what they're after, but they only eased up whenever she was headed in the direction of Icerun...

Val nodded solemnly. What Astra said was true: Icerun was a dangerous place. It was currently summer, but autumn and winter were around the corner. And winter came early in the furthest reaches of the Icerun mountains. "It will be helpful to have your guidance," Valla said. While Val had never been lost in an Icerun storm, she had heard stories.

(welcome @lalierre !)

[hello everyone! ^^]

Valla hardly noticed the door, her eyes were locked on the tall black Bracchus that seemed to have all the answers. Val felt blessed by Elius himself -- what a great team she had stumbled into! The early bird gets the worm indeed.

"I'll keep you safe while you guide us to these ruins," she offered helpfully, moving her gaze to Astra. Then she looked from the Kit to the Bracchus and back again. "And maybe we can find a few others before we get too excited..." Val added with a playful lilt in her voice. Not that these two didn't look like they couldn't handle themselves, but a party would draw more attention. So more adventurers would be helpful. To a point.

(okay, back from a short lil break where I didn't know what to do!)

Astra studied the book Doom had given her, occasionally swapping her gaze to one of several star charts she'd brought out of her little pouch.

As she did, a near-constant stream of star-related mumblings (to her, it was pretty understandable: when the mountains are like that she won't be able to find the star that never moved, which might throw off her calculations... unless she tried to find one of the constellations- the Ursas, perhaps?...) left her mouth.

Val watched Astra momentarily, mesmerized by the speed of her calculations. Impressive! ...And a little daunting. Val scooted away, turning her gaze over the other patrons of the tavern.

As she turned, she was bumped by a fellow Lupin. "H-hey!" Val snorted as she felt a paw in her furs. Her cloak had many pockets, but this thief wouldn't find what they were looking for!

"What's the big idea, buddy?" Val said, swinging her rear around to face the dark colored Lupin head-on. "We aren't friends like that yet!" She laughed, trying to play off the encounter, but clearly wary.

[OK sorry back to business!! 😂 tgif all!]

Dooms ears flicked back. So that was the mysterious Floe. He scrutinized the Lupin, taking note of her scarce belongings. Perhaps a traveler? It would be a shame if he had to watch for thievery while traveling on the road…

He was surprised by Vallas nonchalance. Perhaps she was simply trying not to make a big deal… he did see the pale orange wariness floating around her head. Trying to get a read on the thief, maybe?

Oleander tensed when the Lupin called out to her. She pulled her paw out immediately with nothing but pocket lint for her troubles. Her gaze trailed over the wolf she had attempted to steal from- she appeared somewhat tense, but not quite angry just yet. There was perhaps a way to salvage the interaction, maybe come away with something at least?