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Such a peculiar place. The streets had the same sort of labyrinthine feel that the Fable was used to, and the same desperate crowds that seemed to mill around every shithole of a city. Most of the people looked as average as she did, bar the peculiar clothing that looked like something out of a Mundy video game. At least, everyone looked normal until she spotted a cloaked male, skin an unusual pallor, with horns protruding from his head. If anything, she’d liken him to a troll, if he weren’t so slender.
Putting a hand on her hip, she readily approached the male, curious, and determined to gather knowledge. After all, such a strange appearance would be enough for her to confirm the existence of other... unique beings that didn’t need to hide from human eyes, and that would be a very, very interesting revelation.
“Walk around like that in some places and someone’s likely to kill you, and mount that peculiar head of yours on their wall. Oh, how tragic that would be.”
Whilst her voice was relatively merry in its tone, her words certainly were not, and the laugh that left her lips soon after was far from pleasant.
"What I’m saying is you don’t exactly look like you belong around here. That skin... someone might just call you undead, if it weren’t for those horns. Can’t place you as a troll either though, so what sort of beast are you?”