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[ One moment, you were stepping through a door. The next moment, a wall of heat and bright sunlight slams into you; it's at least 40°C out here, though it's mercifully, blessedly dry. Whenever your eyes adjust, you find yourself standing outside of what looks to be an old shed, overlooking a strange yet picturesque village. The cries and calls of birds fills the air, and across the water people in strange garments are going about their business.
Welcome to Osnova, stranger. ]
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[ The hurry doesn't go unnoticed. But she merely smiles, light and friendly and perfectly relaxed. ]
You must come from somewhere quite foreign, m'lady, to not recognize these names.
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The "First Land"... I must admit this is all rather strange to me, yes.
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[to be fair, taverns can be ideal for ambushes, particularly when one is friends with the tavernkeeper or the regulars... but Aoko's confident enough in her ability to scope a location from the door (and to handle multiple burly assailants at once) to accept for now. If things appear to be too much of a challenge she reasons that she can escape into the wilds and survive for at least a few nights]
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[ And she promptly turns to head down the path, walking slowly enough that she won't leave her new guest behind. She's never been one to distrust, even a stranger—and just like Aoko, she's confident in her ability to handle herself. ]
My name is Bluebird, by the by. It's a pleasure!
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Aoko Nakamori. The pleasure is mine, Miss Bluebird.