[Maybe it's the pink hair, maybe it's a sense of lingering obligation to all those innkeepers who had to deal with four tired, cranky, muddy, bloody Light Warriors dragging themselves into their inns at all hours... Faris finds himself feeling a little worried about an innkeeper getting dropped into a world of piracy and seafaring.
He looks up at the sky, tracing the shapes in the stars.]
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[Maybe it's the pink hair, maybe it's a sense of lingering obligation to all those innkeepers who had to deal with four tired, cranky, muddy, bloody Light Warriors dragging themselves into their inns at all hours... Faris finds himself feeling a little worried about an innkeeper getting dropped into a world of piracy and seafaring.
He looks up at the sky, tracing the shapes in the stars.]
Any shapes jumping out to you yet up there?