Ramla glanced around the Inn. It was almost fancy, for an Inn. She smiled tiredly and thanked the woman as Ramla was being held up by Nihr. "You should be nicer to her." Ramla said to Nihr in their native tongue. And there's that smile again, deceiving people into thinking that everything was just fine. "You may be a gentleman but your face is like an open book, so contain yourself before you get us into trouble." She said as she began to worry again for them. "Let's make allies for now, at least until we know more about this world." 

She smiled at the Centaur when she came back and gestured for them to follow. She wondered if Paradox ever felt awkward when she was amongst humans, or at least sentient creatures who were smaller in size than her. Noticing how she'd bump into furniture every now and then and the odd looks people would give her. Finally they reached the room. Ramla was grateful to finally be able to lay down as she went straight for the bed and just collapsed on it. But she let out a small squeal at the sharp pain in her thigh again from the harsh movement. Ouch, I should not have done that, she said as she rolled over and straightened herself on the bed.

Staring at Paradox and bowing her head in thanks for her help Ramla realized something. They haven't even introduced each other. How rude, feeling slightly embarrassed to not be more lady-like. She placed her hand on her chest and introduced herself, "Ra-Mh'ri-La." she said starting with her formal name as was customs in her culture, which was usually someone's birth name and their title. But considering that their title would no longer matter here she also said her regular name. "Ram-La." She then slapped Nihr's shoulder so he would introduce himself to the Centaur. Ramla waited for Paradox to introduce herself, if she understood their intentions.

Nihr walked over to Ramla and took over supporting her while the Centaur arranged things for them. This was nice, he thought to himself. he didn't even have to say anything and everything was being taken care of. Soon they'd have a room, catch some sleep, maybe have a bite or two and then they'd form a plan. When Ramla told him to be nicer to their helper, he just smiled charmingly at her. Pretending that they weren't arguing. "What ever do you mean?" he said with a honeyed voice. "I've been a perfect gentleman," he chuckled. Listening to her scolding, perhaps she was right. They needed allies now, not enemies. how ever little those grudges might be.

He nodded at the Centaur, treating her with more respect this time and keeping his mind from wandering into the gutter. He helped Ramla over to the bed and watched her practically face plant into the mattress. He himself rather grabbed a chair and carefully sat himself down with a wince. Looking down at his waist as he moved the ragged, brown cloak aside, the wound had stopped bleeding but it still hurt like a bitch. Lifting his shirt slightly to inspect the wound, one would notice more hieroglyphic writings on his skin. Sentences just looping around his body. And surprisingly burn scars, discolorations of the skin with some scar tissue that caused welts, disfiguring patches of the tattoo.

Nihr listened to Ramla but didn't look up, busying himself with removing his shirt as it was pretty much ruined now. Revealing more of the same tattoos and burns scars. In short his body was completely covered in those Hieroglyphics, except for his face, palms of his hands, sole of his feet, and his genitals. And the scars occupied space on his torso, arms, and partially the face, luckily it didn't damage his eyes as it was just the right side of his face. He looked up when Ramla slapped his shoulder, "Oh, my turn?" He turned to Paradox and stood up, placing his arm on his waist and bowing to her as he introduced himself, "Nihr-Th'tep-Ar." He then straightened himself, "Nihr." And gave her a quick nod before busying himself again with his injuries and trying to wipe any blood off.

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Nihr walked over to Ramla and took over supporting her while the centaur arranged things for them. This was nice, he thought to himself. He didn't even have to say anything and everything was being taken care of. Soon they'd have a room, catch some rest, maybe have a bite or two and then start forming a plan. When Ramla told him to be nicer to their helper, he simply smiled charmingly at her. Pretending that they weren't arguing. "What ever do you mean?" he said with a honeyed voice, "I've been a perfect gentleman." He chuckled. But after listening to her scolding, perhaps she was right. They needed allies now, not enemies. No matter how little the grudges would be. 

He nodded at the Centaur, and treated her with more respect this time. Keeping his mind from wandering into the gutter. He helped Ramla over to the bed and watched her practically face plant into the mattress. He himself rather grabbed a chair and carefully sat down with a wince. Looking down at his waist as he moved his cloak to the side, the wound had stopped bleeding but it still hurt like a bitch. Lifting his shirt slightly to inspect the wound closer, one would notice more Hieroglyphic writings on his skin. Sentences that looped around his body in black ink. But surprisingly there were also burn scars; discolorations of the skin and scar tissue that caused welts, disfiguring some patches of the tattoo. 

Nihr listened to Ramla but didn't look up, busying himself with removing his shirt as it was pretty much ruined now. Revealing more of the same tattoos and scars. In short, his body was completely covered in those Hieroglyphics except for his face, palms of his hands, sole of his feet, and his genitals. The scars were taking space on his torso, arms, and right side of his face. Lucky for him there was no damage to his eyes. He looked up when Ramla slapped his shoulder, "Oh, my turn?" He stood up and turned towards Paradox, placing his arm on his waist and bowing before her. "Nihr-Th'tep-Ar." He then straightened himself, "Nihr." And then sat back down on the chair.

Paradox looked at them curiously when they started to speak in their native tongue. The complexity of the language was intriguing and strange to her. The woman smiled after she spoke, but her tone of voice and body language betrayed her. She huffed at them when they started to talk again. The woman turned and nodded to her, in apparent gratitude. Slowly, Paradox returned the nod, never breaking the gaze she had with the woman. 

She perked her ears forward when she attempted to introduce herself. Ramla, she thought to herself. She heard a rustling of cloth and looked at the man sitting in the chair near the edge of the room. He had lifted a portion of his shirt to examine one of his injuries. She ducked her head slightly and took a step closer to get a better look. There was long cut on his right side, the wound itself reminded her of a slash from a saber. Around the injury were various marks. Scribbles and shapes she had never seen before covered the man's torso.

She watched as he slipped off his shirt and couldn't help but stare at all the tattoos and blemishes on his body. The tattoos covered his trunk, neck and rippled down his arms, only stopping near his wrists, a few even trickling onto the tops of his hands. Scar tissue smudged some of the ink beneath his skin around his chest and arms. A small amount of scars were on the side of his face. Several patches were red or brown, compared to the rest of his skin. She wondered what could have happened, but didn't feel it was in her lace to pry. The wounds were old and happened in another land.

He looked at her, stood and bowed at the waist, at the insistence of the woman. Nihr, she thought to herself. Ramla and Nihr, she smiled at them, quite pleased to know their names. She flicked her tail slowly and took a step towards them, careful to avoid stepping on the man's feet or bumping any of the furnishings. Drawing herself to her full height, she bobbed her head and lifted her hand to her chest.  "Paradox," she said slowly. "My name is Paradox." 

Ramla smiled and nodded at the woman, repeating her name, "Paradox." Since it seems that they were waiting for someone Ramla asked Nihr to find her something to write. Perhaps she could explain their situation to Paradox with some drawings. She took the quill and the piece of paper and began explaining their story. Drawing something that looked like a portal and two individuals in front of it. Followed by an arrow that pointed to a crude drawing of an airship. To be honest Ramla wasn't sure anymore what the airship looked like, phobia blurred those details. So in short the drawing explained that they came in this world through a portal and landed them on the ship. She purposely left out the details of the attack, it didn't really matter to be honest since those creatures were off in a different world. One where neither them nor Ramla or Nihr had now access to.

She hoped Paradox would understand them. There was more, a drawing of food that was crossed out, then a drawing of currency in the shape of coins that were also crossed out. Clearly this meant, they had no money and no food, and the next picture showed that they had no house either. Her next drawings were more in the sense of questions. Like a circle with a little stick figure on top of it with a bunch of questions marks floating about. - Where were they? -
Then several pieces of clothing with question marks?

Ramla paused though when Nihr made a note about the questions marks, did that symbol even exist here? It wasn't long before they were interrupted by a healer who said, "Did somebody ask for a healer?  I was told there were people who were pretty injured?" The young man in pale, green robes approached Nihr when he saw the gash on his side. "Oh dear. It seems I am in the right place after all." He noticed the confused looks he was receiving from the couple and turned to Paradox instead. "Do they understand what I'm saying?"

Nihr had just removed the cloak, he didn't want it to get stained since it was the only thing he had that made him fit in this world. He glanced at Ramla when she asked him to find her something to write. He slowly got up and checked the drawers of the desk, figuring that if there was some writing material then it would probably be in there. Finding the needed materials he handed them to her but with a warning, "Be careful with what you reveal." He sat back down and watched her draw, smirking for a bit. Well, drawing wasn't a talent she picked up. Interesting.

He looked back and forth between the women and then realized something. Do question marks even exist here? For all they knew it might be the symbol of 'yo momma'… He placed his hand on her wrist, "I don't think that exists here. The question mark?" Before Nihr could say something else there was a knock on the door frame. A young man with blonde hair tied in a pony tail greeted them. Of course not understanding a thing again, this language barrier problem was getting on Nihr's nerves.

The healer approached Nihr and reached for his side which caused the dark man to take a step back for a sec before he understood what was happening. This youngster was trying to patch them up. Well, ladies first in that case. Nihr lifted Ramla's skirt and showed him the stab wound in her thigh. In the meanwhile Nihr turned to Paradox, instead of continuously playing this guessing game… He tugged on his pants, "Clothes? Are there any that we can have in this place?" 

Paradox stood quietly as they waited for the doctor to arrive. She walked up behind the woman and stared at the shapes she drew on the piece of parchment. She recognized the images quickly and started to put together what the woman was saying. They had come here from a foreign land after being sucked into a portal that transported them to an airship. The woman then began drawing common items like money and clothing. She scratched those drawings out and looked at her.

They didn't have any of their belongings due to their sudden teleportation. They likely didn't know where they were either. Paradox took the pen from the woman and drew a hasty outline of the two islands. She circled the pair and wrote above them, Revaliir. On each of the islands she wrote their names; Canelux and Parvpora. She gestured to the earth they were standing on and then pointed to the island Parvpora. She made a small circle where the Republic of Tarishitar would be. 

"We are here," she said pointing at the circle. "The Republic of Tarishitar." She was about to explain more about the place when she heard footsteps on the floor outside. She looked up and turned as a young man entered the room. He started speaking and she perked her ears in his direction. He started to tend to the wound on Nihr's side then turned and looked at her. She shook her head. "No, they don't speak our language," she told him. "Patch them up as best you can. While they are here, they are my guests." 

She shook her mane and stood upright. Nihr didn't seem receptive to the healer and she put a hand on his shoulder in an effort to reassure him. They would not be harmed as long as she could help it. If he didn't desire medical help from the doctor, she wouldn't force him. The doctor went and tended to the woman instead, who appeared to be in a more severe state. The man turned to look at her while pulling on the sides of his pants. She pinned her ears back and jerked backward as if she had touched a flaming log. A deep growl rumbled in her chest and she pawed the ground with a hoof.

It was only after hearing the man's tone of voice that she realized that he intended to make no advancement upon her. He just merely wanted clothes. She expelled a quick puff of air before nodding at him. She gestured for him to follow, trusting that Ramla would be alright in the doctor's care. She made her way down the hallway to her room and stepped inside. She rummaged through her few belongings before finding her old saddle bag that she hung over one of her shoulders. She locked her door and continued out towards the lobby. She looked back to make sure the man was following her before she left the inn.

[ooc: I'm writing this on my iPod. Sorry!]


Ramla listened to the Centaur as she took over the pieces of paper and pen, and drew the planet and two large islands. She listened to the pronunciation of the words; Revaliir, Canelux the western island, Parvpora the Eastern island. But she paid extra attention when Paradox drew their exact location. Tarishitar.

So that's where they were… Tarishitar. A floating city, well near to one at least. She guessed that the land below the city was probably their property as well. She thanked Paradox before she let the Healer approach her to help tend to her wounds. Watching how both Paradox and Nihr left the room to find clothes.

She smiled at the young man, nothing she could say but just show him the injuries to her leg. When he was done patching her up he motioned for her to sleep and then left the room. Glancing around she shrugged her shoulders and made herself comfortable in bed to get some rest.

Nihr waited for Paradox to show any indication whether or not he understood her. To him she seemed misunderstanding him but soon corrected her behavior when it was clear that his intentions were noble. He glanced over his shoulder real quick, checking on Ramla before he followed Paradox out of the room. All he wore now was just black pants and shoes, which reminded him…. He quickly went back into the room to get his cloak. Just in case she was taking him to a shop where he could get supplies.

He followed her to her room and was surprised that she even had a room here, how would she be able to sleep here with her large frame? Looking around the room while she rummaged around her possessions, he noted how some of the furniture got moved around. Probably her doing or the staff of this Inn to help her fit in more. And here I thought her kind were more 'outdoorsie' for sleeping arrangements. Huh…The more you know.

When she backed out of the room again he followed her once more. This time out of the Inn, so he was right to bring his cloak. He wrapped the brown fabric around him again and drew up the hood. With his scars and tattoos, he was bound to draw attention and he was sure that Paradox wouldn't appreciate all the stares. He walked beside her, occasionally rubbing his injured side as he glanced around the landscape. During the silent moments between them he thought back about the things he and Ramla had to leave behind, frankly he didn't suffer much but he worried about Ramla. She had lost more than he did.

Paradox walked next to Nihr as they made their way down the road to the town below. She took him first to a small store on the edge of the main street that had a reputation for selling very nice fabrics and clothing materials. She greeted the cashier with a smile before slipping to the back of the store. She maneuvered herself carefully around the racks and piles of clean clothing and cloth. She didn't want to step on any of it and grind dirt and grime into the fibers.

She guided him towards the pants and jackets while wandering over towards a set of skirts. She quickly picked up a plain black skirt and a pair of blouses. The skirt was a simple black and was full length. One of the blouses was a sleeveless covering made out of very soft cotton and fiber. A large bird was sewn into the dark green fabric on the bust, reminding her vaguely of a type of crane or heron. The other was a light salmon color, the color of sand on a beach at sunset. This shirt had a pair of short sleeves and buttons up the front. It had no intricate designs on it. She eyed the clothing and thought they would fit Ramla well. 

She returned to Nihr and showed them to him. "For Ramla," she said slowly. She then went and took a pair of pants and another set of shirts. She held them up to Nihr, judging his size before exchanging them for another. The pants were a dark brown, almost black in color. They were soft on the inside and slightly rough on the outside, suitable for riding and general wear. They would hold up well. The shirts were simple in design with buttons on the fronts, one was a jerkin with no sleeves, the other had full length sleeves. 

She hoped they would satisfy him and meet his approval. She walked over to a rack of boots. Some were long and others were short, barely coming over the top of a man's ankle. A few had laces to help secure the footwear on the wearer, and some were simply the sort one would just pull on over their foot. She eyed a pair of travel boots. They were sturdy enough for walking around and with just enough heel that they could be used adequately in a saddle.