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[mapmakerchur]

The door opens, and Chur walks through, straining as if against a strong wind while going up a steep hill. Once inside, with the door behind her, she leans against the wall in relief or exhaustion before limping over to the Bar.

"Bar, some plasm and a cup of gfi, please?" she requests. The plasm (some kind of gelatinous bandage) goes on her right

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[explorertruman]

Truman was around, thinking on some things.

He glanced over, and there was some concern on the limp.

"You ok?"

[mapmakerchur]

Chur raises her ears in politeness. "Just old," she replies, self-deprecatingly.

[explorertruman]

"Oh, uh, you don't look a day or year over uh, whatever is young for you?" He brightly replied.

[mapmakerchur]

Chur sneezes a laugh. "Thank you for assuming I'm in my twenties," she says graciously, then introduces herself, "Chur Anify par Chanur."

[hatchingviper]

There's a weedy human kid at the bar. He glances up at her approach with interest, pausing for a moment before smiling.

Maybe he's not that friendly. Maybe he's shy. Maybe he's afraid of lions. Or maybe he was just surprised.

. . . or maybe he remembered his resolution to try to act a bit more like someone who might be mistaken for a normal kid.

[mapmakerchur]

Chur smiles back, a careful pursing of the lips that doesn't show any of her lion-like teeth. "H'lo."

[hatchingviper]

Casualness with a being he's just met will not kill him.

"Hi," he says. Success! "You've been here before?" It's a safe guess.

[mapmakerchur]

Chur nods. "Several times," she agrees. "Not a bad place, if you're careful of the gods and forces of nature."