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[Soren]

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With a sigh of accomplishment Soren placed the last crate in its new home on the far left wall. The large room with its line of wooden chests along the back, though large, seemed cluttered with her crates. It would have to do however, until she was able to completely organize her supplies. The biggest issue at the moment was following through on a source of income. New Haven. That was the town her friend had told her she needed to visit. She’d also said something about Gates… Day Gates… Light Gates.. Anxiously Soren raised a hand to her lips and began to chew on her thumbnail nervously. Her friend had also mentioned something about safety . And wasn’t there something about Mongbats? Soren had no clue what a Mongbat was but if her friend said they were safe then Mongbats were safe. Retrieving a handful of coin and her small iron dagger she set out in search of a Night Gate.

Two hours and three wrong turns later Soren stepped through the portal to New Haven. As it so happens it was apparently called a MoonGate not a Night Gate. A term which had elicited a good laugh from a rather tall odd looking fellow dressed completely in black. While Soren had no clue exactly what species he was she knew he came from Umbra. His burst of laughter had turned her cheeks three shades of bright pink. Fifteen minutes later when he had regained his composure and she had roused what little courage she had left, he pointed her in the right direction.

Looking around at her surroundings Soren smoothed the folds of her ivory gown gently downward. She carefully felt the coins in one pocket and the dagger in the other. Summoning one last rush of nerve she started down dirt path toward town. It didn’t take long to notice the fort like structure in the distance. Wood sharpened to fine points jutted out from a massive wall of logs. Soren sucked in her breath. Her eyes, the color of molten honey, dilated to the size of shields. She had been out in the country for so long she had forgotten what towns actually looked like. Finally she came to what must have been the center of town. Round and round she turned letting her gaze wander of the various creatures interacting with each other. Large insects the color of dyed wool to match the sky were not only being ridden but talked to!

Instinct had her thumbnail flying to her mouth so to keep from doing so she bit down hard on her lip. “YEOW,” She shrieked. Alright so maybe she had bit down just a little too hard. “Calm down,” she whispered to herself. Thinking it might be a better idea to keep her hands away from her mouth she folded them quickly behind her back. Mentally she ran down the list of things she had come for.

1) Locate the bank.
2) Find the tailor shop.
3) Find the blacksmith.
4) Find the carpentry shop.

Locating number 4 on her list had been easy as she had passed it on the dirt road coming in to town. The bank was also clearly visible as it sat right in the town square. That left the tailor and the blacksmith. Mentally checking off numbers 4 and 1 on her list she went to turn from her position facing the bank and ran smack dab into an oversized scaly hoof of one flame colored dragon. This sent her flying backward on her rump trying to catch herself with her hands. The small inconvenience for the Dragon had not gone unnoticed either as it lowered it’s nostrils to within an inch of her face. Soren went deathly still. “Don’t move, don’t move,” she told herself silently. “Whatever you do, do not provoke it. You don’t want to end up as lunch.” Lunch was not what the Dragon had on its mind though for in that instant it let out an earthshaking sneeze covering Soren in snot.