Unwanted|Raynham | Reave

[Kender Bard]

A young Clear woman walked around Reave. She had a small pack filled with her most treasured belongings, a little money, and what was necessary to take for travel. She looked around with sad, lost eyes.

"I don't belong here," she murmured. "Um, hello...?" She wandered what to do and called out to the first person she saw.

[Devon]

Trevor was taking a walk through Reave to visit with townspeople, but mostly to have some kind of moment to himself. Spotting the Clear woman, whom he didn't recognize, walking through Reave he made his way over and called out,"Hello Miss. Are you from around here?"

[Kender Bard]

"No," the girl said quietly. She looked at Trevor nervously; she had the distant feeling she shouldn't speak with strange men but nobody here was familiar, and nobody familiar would talk to her anyway.

[Devon]

Trevor looked at the girl for a while before trying to calmly ease her nervousness. "Well then, welcome to Reave. My name is Trevor, I'm the leader of this fine nation." Trevor reaches a hand out to her to shake her hand with. "What brings you to Reave? Perhaps I can be of help to you."

[Kender Bard]

The girl instinctively drew back, but then winced, as though realizing she was behaving very rudely for a national leader. She still didn't take his hand, but dropped to one knee in a bow to him. "I-I have to live here now," she stammered.

[Devon]

Trevor looked at his hand and then her bow and blinked. "Stand up. No one here has to bow to me. A hand shake will be fine." Trevor returned his hand to his side and stared at the girl for a while before continuing. "What's wrong? Why do you have to live here all of a sudden?"

[Kender Bard]

The girl rose to her feet but kept her eyes down. She was a bright crimson at this point, thinking of how she was messing everything up. "I'm not allowed to stay at home," she whispered. "They don't want a Clear near them."

[Devon]

Trevor frowns at that answer. "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. Unfortunately the world still isn't used to our presence, the first thing they see is Clear and think we're trying to harm them." Trevor smiles to the girl and continues, "You'll be plenty welcome here. May I have your name? It will be easier than just pointing at you."

[Kender Bard]

The girl nods bashfully. "I'm Marietta. I came from Khelek." She looked around again and said, mournfully, "I don't know anyone..."

[Devon]

"Khelek, quite a cold place, in more ways than one I've heard." Trevor strokes his chin lightly and tries to reassure the girl. "Don't worry so much about that Marietta, you'll be fine in Reave. You'll come to know plenty of people in town. If you like I can help you."

[Kender Bard]

Marietta licked her lips. "I-I don't know what to do," she said in a small, mousy voice. "I need a home and a job. But where do I start?" She tried to think of her skills. "I can, um, sew. Perhaps I could be a seamstress?" She seemed to be asking permission.

[Devon]

Trevor chuckled lightly at Marietta. "I'll worry about finding you some place to live in Reave and you don't need permission to be a seamstress here. You can either start up your own shop or find someone to work under for a while." Trevor paused for a moment and looked at his own clothes, "I could use the help of a seamstress every once in a while."

[Kender Bard]

She seized on the opportunity. "I would be happy to touch up your clothes in exchange for somewhere to stay, sir!" Her sudden zeal surprised even her and she took a little step back, embarrassed.

[Devon]

Trevor nodded, inwardly pleased even if his face didn't exactly show it. "Hm, a place to stay to have my clothes touched up. Marietta I think we have a deal. Welcome to Reave."

[Kender Bard]

"Thank you," she said, already filled with a little excitement. "Where should I go first then?"