- Influence
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(Kinda an open thread, just message Dusk and Dryad/Caden if you'd like to join. Caden and Daniil are about to walk into a very dangerous situation they'll inevitably have to fight their way out of.)
"See? I was correct about turning left at that intersection," Daniil remarked to Caden as he pushed open the door to the dingy, dimly lit tavern tucked away down a back alley in the Slups. "That ferret didn't know what he was talking about." He held the door open for his partner, letting light spill into the smokey environment, the haze from a dozen lit cigars forming a cloud inside that cut visibility significantly. There were, at least, a significant number of males in the room, and from what Daniil could discern, they mostly seemed to be foxes, though that wasn't surprising. After all, they were represented to an outsized extent in the population, even more now after the acquisition of Westisle and the new wave of migration it had inspired. They certainly matched what Daniil had been told to expect, primarily a lot of especially furry beasts in an inordinate amount of leather. He'd also been told they were wary of strangers, and the looks he was getting ranged from the cautious to the contemptuous.
"Hullo chaps," Daniil greeted them, trying to put on his best Vulpinsulan accent, bright and energetic. He glanced to Caden and nodded toward a table near the bar. "Looks like there's space open for us," he indicated. "Shall we?" He offered Caden his arm.
"See? I was correct about turning left at that intersection," Daniil remarked to Caden as he pushed open the door to the dingy, dimly lit tavern tucked away down a back alley in the Slups. "That ferret didn't know what he was talking about." He held the door open for his partner, letting light spill into the smokey environment, the haze from a dozen lit cigars forming a cloud inside that cut visibility significantly. There were, at least, a significant number of males in the room, and from what Daniil could discern, they mostly seemed to be foxes, though that wasn't surprising. After all, they were represented to an outsized extent in the population, even more now after the acquisition of Westisle and the new wave of migration it had inspired. They certainly matched what Daniil had been told to expect, primarily a lot of especially furry beasts in an inordinate amount of leather. He'd also been told they were wary of strangers, and the looks he was getting ranged from the cautious to the contemptuous.
"Hullo chaps," Daniil greeted them, trying to put on his best Vulpinsulan accent, bright and energetic. He glanced to Caden and nodded toward a table near the bar. "Looks like there's space open for us," he indicated. "Shall we?" He offered Caden his arm.