Upon spotting the wings and horns, the Pixie drops lightly back to the ground and hurriedly shuffles towards the tavern door. She slips inside and makes her way across the room to the other winged figure, climbing onto the stool beside her. When she speaks, her voice is quiet and even, her expression perfectly neutral. =11pt“Please be excusing me, I have the confusion-” She pauses mid-sentence, her gaze lingering on the Draconian’s scales. Her face doesn’t change, but she tilts her head slightly, considering. =11pt“You… you are not being of the Unchosen…?”

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