"Chezlar Khor," the Changeling introduced himself. His voice was a melody of three registers all at once, tenor, alto and basso, like three people speaking in unison.
"Prince of Inligh, Lord of Time and Messenger of the Fates," Mena singsonged helpfully before soft shoeing out of Chez's line of sight.
The Changeling folded his massive frame into the chair, which creaked in ominous protest. He sipped his mulled wine and watched The'ara for a long moment. Her discomfiture was adorable.
"You have arrived on the planet Bereleath, on its eastern continent." He smiled then, "No one that arrives at the Green Heart Inn is really lost... in fact, they are usually finding their way to something. As Ghetsuhm said... finding a new home."
His mouth twitched with what could only be amusement. "And yes. Pretty... pretty cold outside."
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