Cloven

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꧁༒•𝓩𝓸𝓻𝓪•༒꧂

Zora slowly comes into consciousness, rubbing her tired eyes before she takes in her surroundings. She was in a completely different place from her previous location. Looking around, she appeared to be in a rather plain bedroom. The walls were bare, and a simple small window let the morning sun shine onto Zora's face. As she squinted from the light, she could only remember snippets of the previous events. Taking in a deep breath she shut her eyes and focused on her mind. After a few seconds of sitting in light confusion, she felt as though she drifted from her body. She was aiming to submerge herself in her inner mind.

"What is this place, Malcer?"

"𝕰𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖙𝖔𝖓 𝖎𝖓 𝖆𝖓 𝖎𝖓𝖓. 𝕭𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖆 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖉𝖊𝖈𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖉 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖎𝖉𝖓'𝖙 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖘𝖑𝖊𝖊𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖔𝖓 𝖉𝖎𝖗𝖙."

"How far away is the camp?"

"𝕹𝖔𝖙 𝖋𝖆𝖗. 𝖂𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌. 𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖎𝖘 𝖓𝖔 𝖓𝖊𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖌𝖔 𝖇𝖆𝖈𝖐."

Zora sighed, moving the thin bedsheets off of her as she moves herself to her feet. Her bag and equipment were set on a worn-out side table, and beside that was a mirror. Zora looked at herself, noticing her braid was re-done and she overall looked cleaner. She smiled, taking a stray strand of her jet black hair and fixing it before picking up her chest plate.

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After pulling up her boots, she lifted her bag over her shoulder and carried on towards the door. Slowly creaking open the wooden door, she peered out into the empty narrow hallway. Awkwardly, she made her way through the hallway and down a set of steep stairs where at the bottom were multiple tables. Only a small handful of people sat, the majority of them were at the bar stools conversing with each other. Zora attempted to make her way out of the tavern, but the subtle sound of her stomach rumbling stopped her.

"𝕰𝖆𝖙 𝖉𝖔𝖑𝖑, 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖛𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖓 𝖇𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝖈𝖗𝖚𝖒𝖇𝖘."

Malcer's voice murmured as Zora conflictedly clutched her near desolate coin pouch. Hesitantly, she walked over to the crowded bar where a burly man in an apron turned to face her. He had a straight face, and his presence was overwhelming as his stare made Zora even more reluctant. She glanced around at the unfamiliar faces of the other customers as well, a few saw her and watched curiously but most of them didn't take notice. Despite this, she felt like she'd be swallowed up in the uncomfortable aura. Zora felt a knot form in her chest. Just before she could turn tail and bail, the burly man set a mug on the bar -the clear contents that overflowed slightly spilling onto the counter.

"Water. On the house. You look like you need it." The man said, looking straight at Zora. He didn't wait for a response and immediately got back to taking orders from the people at the stools.

Zora's heavy chest lightened a bit, unsurely taking slow steps towards the counter. She sat on the stool where the water was placed in front of and gripped the mug.

Zora isn't a people person, she never particularly talked to people outside of herself. It's not that she didn't want to, but that she found it difficult to. She grew up without communicating with others often so when it came to situations where she had to, it made her feel out of place.