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WELCOME POTLUCK

Greetings, residents! Those more observant sorts among you may have noticed a large influx of very crowded ferries. In order to welcome our new residents en masse, Town Hall is holding a potluck in Town Square. Please bring a dish if you are able and make a new friend!

All of our newest arrivals need only bring themselves. We look forward to welcoming you all into our community, and may your lanterns always be lit.

This event is open to all! In light of our new influx of prospective players following the Great Sail Migration, we've decided to offer a small public event to tide everyone over until the TDM this weekend.

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[prince_of_beasts]

Blue. Dimitri shakes himself a final time, rubs a hand over his face, and relaxes. "Thank you," he says, restraining himself from apologizing again. He considers trying to explain, but he's reluctant to take up any more space than he has, and 'I had my appearance traumatically overhauled by faerie surgeons' is a lot to drop on someone he's barely met.

"As to what you mentioned earlier, ah ... I'm from the kingdom of Faerghus, in the north of the continent of Fódlan. I don't suppose that sounds familiar?"

[amourtician]

Anzu sighs, half with relief and half because he feels a little foolish.

"It sounds not familiar, darling," he says. "But, ah. Still, I find it interesting how it seems we both thought we may have been born under the same moon, nu?"

[prince_of_beasts]

"People do seem to invent similar things across many worlds. It's comforting, I think, that we can find such familiarity even far from home." Dimitri takes a second look over the dishes and their labels. "The country you're from -- is it a cold one? Difficult to farm? We share several staples, though I don't recognize all of these terms."

[amourtician]

"Feh ... ah. The place I'm from is part of an empire so vast, 'tis difficult to make any one statement of it," Anzu says, thoughtfully. "But certainly much of it has harsh winters, and much of it has poor soil. I know little of farming. I was born in a city, and in a city I shall hopefully die."

He glances away from Dimitri, so as not to scrutinise him too hard, and potentially unsettle him. "But certainly, thy name I've heard before, back home. It's, nu. The name of the solar saint after whom the capitol of that empire was named."