A small pixie dressed in dark clothing sits on the stool beside the draconian, her legs swinging idly as she rolls a small die across the counter. As the draconian mumbles to herself, the pixie’s attention drifts upward, searching for the cause. When she spots the other fae, she startles, then quickly scurries behind the draconian. Only the curve of her small horns and the glint of dark, watchful eyes peek out over her shoulder.

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