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: HP = 42, PP = 62, EP = 74, Status = Fine, Least Luck Manipulation
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: HP =74, PP = 72, EP = 82, Status = Fine, Least Luck Manipulation from SanuyeAchak: HP = 8, PP = 27, EP = 35, Status = Cawtiously Optimistic
Standing Claw Tribe: Not doing great
Japasar: Nearby Town of Much Rejoicing
Oframana: The Land/Temple of Magical Fruit
Spirits
Quimichin - mouse spirit, likes berry jam
Wikvaya - serpent spirit of misfortune, likes fresh bird eggs and rodents
"Mmmm...." The guardswoman gave a noncommital sound following Kasa's initial lie about the state of their village, though whether it was a simple acknowledgement of what she'd said or an indication of skepticism was unclear. She seemed more interested when Kasa mentioned an ill omen, and after taking another sip of her own tea following Kasa finishing her explanation she murmured; "You have my sympathies... And my prayers. It is as dangerous as ever to travel these days."
Just then, another guard would approach, a young skinny man with thin facial hair. They bowed quickly to the table as a whole, and then approached to whisper something into the guardswoman's ear. The woman listened intently, tilting her head, and then sighed as he straightened, turned, gave another bow, and then hurried off again.
"I am afraid that something important has come up," she said apologetically, rising to her feet. "Enjoy whatever of the festival you can before you go, but take care. Something... Well, I shouldn't have to tell you that it's best to be careful. Good luck seeking what you need to cure your mentor," she said, and then gave a slight bow of her own, left a few coins on the table, and then turned to depart, though she would stay long enough to answer any other questions or concerns that the pair had before she departed. The pair would be allowed to finish their pots of tea, and the guardswoman's if they wished. At some point their waitress would return, asking if they wanted anything else, but otherwise they would go unbothered while they sipped their tea, given the privacy of being in a fairly noisy festival while they figured out what they wanted to do next.