Gillion Tidestrider
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“You there.”
A very… emphatic voice calls out to you as you make your way down the road. Turning around, you find a regal-looking Triton man with eyes like a deer caught in the headlights. Behind him, a young man tries to pull him back while a redheaded woman watches, cringing.
“We are looking for an establishment in which we may stay the night. Are you a friend, and if so, where may we find such a place?” His voice is loud and strongly pronounced, as if he isn’t used to speaking much at all.
“G-Gil, come on, let’s just leave them alone—“