Looking around the tavern, there are a few other patrons though it is quiet for this time of day. The patrons in the tavern all show signs of malnutrition and their eyes droop with exhaustion. No one seems to be paying any attention to the three of them, however, as they are all involved in their own conversations or daydreams of a better life.

Storm looks around. "Yeah. People are dying. They're broke. Volaire is in a bad way right now, Thrixel. We can't even leave the city right now for all the fighting still raging around us." She looks at the chaos fae and sighs. "You... Have no idea what's going on around here, do you?"

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