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In the tavern, the heat was only slightly less oppressive than outside. At least within the mudbrick buidling the fans hanging from the ceiling stirred the air some in their slow rotation. At a table set out of the way near a wall, a Miqo'te was reclining with her feet propped on another chair, ankles crossed as she watched through the thick panes window until the crowd started to disperse. Then it was, for now, dismissed from her attention with a flicker of her ears.
Tabrett turned back to the tavern, taking in the newcomers with her dark eyes. Her observation was a quiet, gentle kind but the large axe that leaned against the wall said she could be all sorts of trouble if she wished. She was one of the mercenaries that had come to guard the outpost, though admittedly she was new. A few months spent in a quiet place like this seemed like a good bit of vacation.
Tabrett turned back to the tavern, taking in the newcomers with her dark eyes. Her observation was a quiet, gentle kind but the large axe that leaned against the wall said she could be all sorts of trouble if she wished. She was one of the mercenaries that had come to guard the outpost, though admittedly she was new. A few months spent in a quiet place like this seemed like a good bit of vacation.