Innverse Stats | Interlude – Trade and Travel

Name	Text
The Wandering Inn	(MelasD, a fellow author and reader of The Wandering Inn, has released a webcomic for their story, Salvos! A webcomic for a web serial? Sounds like a good idea. Check it out here and give them some support!)
Batman	In Batman’s The Dark Knight Returns, by Frank Miller, Bruce Wayne receives a vision of a bat flying through his window and that tells him to return to being Batman.
Batman	In Batman’s The Dark Knight Returns, by Frank Miller, Bruce Wayne receives a vision of a bat flying through his window and that tells him to return to being Batman.
The Wandering Inn	She lived in The Wandering Inn, and she had come here to make this place, these people, her new family and home. She would never forget where she had come from, but for now, here was ‘home’. And she, in this place, worked a bit of the magic she sometimes saw floating around her.
Mrsha	It was not Mrsha. The furry cub with a round head of white fur who had looked sometimes like a miniature wolf had grown up into a girl. In doing so, she’d become less of a feral Gnoll girl unable to communicate and more of a cute kid. She’d stride around with her kilt and her fancy new wand, waving her notecards self-importantly.
Nanette Weishart	She was growing fast. But she was a kid. There was still a world between her and the knowing glint in Nanette Weishart’s eyes. They were both brown, but Nanette’s sometimes seemed like they were staring at what could be, rather than what was. Both were shooting up in height, but Nanette was getting—stretched. Changing from the innocent, round-cheeked girl full of simple happiness to someone who had sat in the rain, a weary lost soul.
Nanette Weishart	She was growing fast. But she was a kid. There was still a world between her and the knowing glint in Nanette Weishart’s eyes. They were both brown, but Nanette’s sometimes seemed like they were staring at what could be, rather than what was. Both were shooting up in height, but Nanette was getting—stretched. Changing from the innocent, round-cheeked girl full of simple happiness to someone who had sat in the rain, a weary lost soul.
Nanette Weishart	She was growing fast. But she was a kid. There was still a world between her and the knowing glint in Nanette Weishart’s eyes. They were both brown, but Nanette’s sometimes seemed like they were staring at what could be, rather than what was. Both were shooting up in height, but Nanette was getting—stretched. Changing from the innocent, round-cheeked girl full of simple happiness to someone who had sat in the rain, a weary lost soul.
Mrsha	Now—she looked like she was free of a great burden, and her hatless head hung higher. She looked like she was searching for something, and it evoked a great curiosity in how she talked. Mrsha, sometimes, blathered. She talked and talked, demanding to be heard, even if the ‘talking’ was eloquent essays.
Nanette Weishart	Nanette asked. She was not a full teen yet, but she was getting close. And she had no hat, it was true. But a witch was always a Witch.
Nanette Weishart	Today was the day Nanette undid her pigtails. She appeared, hair bound up behind her in a ponytail like Ryoka’s, and Lyonette threw a fit.
Ryoka Griffin	Today was the day Nanette undid her pigtails. She appeared, hair bound up behind her in a ponytail like Ryoka’s, and Lyonette threw a fit.
Lyonette du Marquin	Today was the day Nanette undid her pigtails. She appeared, hair bound up behind her in a ponytail like Ryoka’s, and Lyonette threw a fit.
Nanette Weishart	“Nanette! Your hair!”
Lyonette du Marquin	“I thought it was a nice time for a change, Miss Lyonette. I haven’t changed my hair since I was a girl. Do you like it?”
Nanette Weishart	Nanette gave Lyonette an innocent look, and the [Princess], who had just been tugging at her own over-long hair, hesitated.
Lyonette du Marquin	Nanette gave Lyonette an innocent look, and the [Princess], who had just been tugging at her own over-long hair, hesitated.
[Princess]	Nanette gave Lyonette an innocent look, and the [Princess], who had just been tugging at her own over-long hair, hesitated.
Nanette Weishart	“It’s—certainly striking, Nanette! But that style. It’s so…rugged. You should really have it properly styled. Dame Ushar isn’t one to use scissors, but Ser Lormel and Ser Sest both have rudimentary hair care experience. But neither is an actual [Hairdresser], and you need more than that. Not that you don’t look fetching in your own way! But the entire ensemble is…”
Ushar	“It’s—certainly striking, Nanette! But that style. It’s so…rugged. You should really have it properly styled. Dame Ushar isn’t one to use scissors, but Ser Lormel and Ser Sest both have rudimentary hair care experience. But neither is an actual [Hairdresser], and you need more than that. Not that you don’t look fetching in your own way! But the entire ensemble is…”
Lormel	“It’s—certainly striking, Nanette! But that style. It’s so…rugged. You should really have it properly styled. Dame Ushar isn’t one to use scissors, but Ser Lormel and Ser Sest both have rudimentary hair care experience. But neither is an actual [Hairdresser], and you need more than that. Not that you don’t look fetching in your own way! But the entire ensemble is…”
Sest	“It’s—certainly striking, Nanette! But that style. It’s so…rugged. You should really have it properly styled. Dame Ushar isn’t one to use scissors, but Ser Lormel and Ser Sest both have rudimentary hair care experience. But neither is an actual [Hairdresser], and you need more than that. Not that you don’t look fetching in your own way! But the entire ensemble is…”
[Hairdresser]	“It’s—certainly striking, Nanette! But that style. It’s so…rugged. You should really have it properly styled. Dame Ushar isn’t one to use scissors, but Ser Lormel and Ser Sest both have rudimentary hair care experience. But neither is an actual [Hairdresser], and you need more than that. Not that you don’t look fetching in your own way! But the entire ensemble is…”
Lyonette du Marquin	Lyonette’s main objection seemed to be that Nanette looked like Ryoka. She had even changed her blue robes for baggy trousers and a long-sleeved shirt, an oddly modern look.
Nanette Weishart	Lyonette’s main objection seemed to be that Nanette looked like Ryoka. She had even changed her blue robes for baggy trousers and a long-sleeved shirt, an oddly modern look.

The Wandering Inn

(MelasD, a fellow author and reader of The Wandering Inn, has released a webcomic for their story, Salvos! A webcomic for a web serial? Sounds like a good idea. Check it out here and give them some support!)

Batman

In Batman’s The Dark Knight Returns, by Frank Miller, Bruce Wayne receives a vision of a bat flying through his window and that tells him to return to being Batman.

Batman

In Batman’s The Dark Knight Returns, by Frank Miller, Bruce Wayne receives a vision of a bat flying through his window and that tells him to return to being Batman.

The Wandering Inn

She lived in The Wandering Inn, and she had come here to make this place, these people, her new family and home. She would never forget where she had come from, but for now, here was ‘home’. And she, in this place, worked a bit of the magic she sometimes saw floating around her.

Mrsha

It was not Mrsha. The furry cub with a round head of white fur who had looked sometimes like a miniature wolf had grown up into a girl. In doing so, she’d become less of a feral Gnoll girl unable to communicate and more of a cute kid. She’d stride around with her kilt and her fancy new wand, waving her notecards self-importantly.

Nanette Weishart

She was growing fast. But she was a kid. There was still a world between her and the knowing glint in Nanette Weishart’s eyes. They were both brown, but Nanette’s sometimes seemed like they were staring at what could be, rather than what was. Both were shooting up in height, but Nanette was getting—stretched. Changing from the innocent, round-cheeked girl full of simple happiness to someone who had sat in the rain, a weary lost soul.

Nanette Weishart

She was growing fast. But she was a kid. There was still a world between her and the knowing glint in Nanette Weishart’s eyes. They were both brown, but Nanette’s sometimes seemed like they were staring at what could be, rather than what was. Both were shooting up in height, but Nanette was getting—stretched. Changing from the innocent, round-cheeked girl full of simple happiness to someone who had sat in the rain, a weary lost soul.

Nanette Weishart

She was growing fast. But she was a kid. There was still a world between her and the knowing glint in Nanette Weishart’s eyes. They were both brown, but Nanette’s sometimes seemed like they were staring at what could be, rather than what was. Both were shooting up in height, but Nanette was getting—stretched. Changing from the innocent, round-cheeked girl full of simple happiness to someone who had sat in the rain, a weary lost soul.

Mrsha

Now—she looked like she was free of a great burden, and her hatless head hung higher. She looked like she was searching for something, and it evoked a great curiosity in how she talked. Mrsha, sometimes, blathered. She talked and talked, demanding to be heard, even if the ‘talking’ was eloquent essays.

Nanette Weishart

Nanette asked. She was not a full teen yet, but she was getting close. And she had no hat, it was true. But a witch was always a Witch.

Nanette Weishart

Today was the day Nanette undid her pigtails. She appeared, hair bound up behind her in a ponytail like Ryoka’s, and Lyonette threw a fit.

Ryoka Griffin

Today was the day Nanette undid her pigtails. She appeared, hair bound up behind her in a ponytail like Ryoka’s, and Lyonette threw a fit.

Lyonette du Marquin

Today was the day Nanette undid her pigtails. She appeared, hair bound up behind her in a ponytail like Ryoka’s, and Lyonette threw a fit.

Nanette Weishart

“Nanette! Your hair!”

Lyonette du Marquin

“I thought it was a nice time for a change, Miss Lyonette. I haven’t changed my hair since I was a girl. Do you like it?”

Nanette Weishart

Nanette gave Lyonette an innocent look, and the [Princess], who had just been tugging at her own over-long hair, hesitated.

Lyonette du Marquin

Nanette gave Lyonette an innocent look, and the [Princess], who had just been tugging at her own over-long hair, hesitated.

[Princess]

Nanette gave Lyonette an innocent look, and the [Princess], who had just been tugging at her own over-long hair, hesitated.

Nanette Weishart

“It’s—certainly striking, Nanette! But that style. It’s so…rugged. You should really have it properly styled. Dame Ushar isn’t one to use scissors, but Ser Lormel and Ser Sest both have rudimentary hair care experience. But neither is an actual [Hairdresser], and you need more than that. Not that you don’t look fetching in your own way! But the entire ensemble is…”

Ushar

“It’s—certainly striking, Nanette! But that style. It’s so…rugged. You should really have it properly styled. Dame Ushar isn’t one to use scissors, but Ser Lormel and Ser Sest both have rudimentary hair care experience. But neither is an actual [Hairdresser], and you need more than that. Not that you don’t look fetching in your own way! But the entire ensemble is…”

Lormel

“It’s—certainly striking, Nanette! But that style. It’s so…rugged. You should really have it properly styled. Dame Ushar isn’t one to use scissors, but Ser Lormel and Ser Sest both have rudimentary hair care experience. But neither is an actual [Hairdresser], and you need more than that. Not that you don’t look fetching in your own way! But the entire ensemble is…”

Sest

“It’s—certainly striking, Nanette! But that style. It’s so…rugged. You should really have it properly styled. Dame Ushar isn’t one to use scissors, but Ser Lormel and Ser Sest both have rudimentary hair care experience. But neither is an actual [Hairdresser], and you need more than that. Not that you don’t look fetching in your own way! But the entire ensemble is…”

[Hairdresser]

“It’s—certainly striking, Nanette! But that style. It’s so…rugged. You should really have it properly styled. Dame Ushar isn’t one to use scissors, but Ser Lormel and Ser Sest both have rudimentary hair care experience. But neither is an actual [Hairdresser], and you need more than that. Not that you don’t look fetching in your own way! But the entire ensemble is…”

Lyonette du Marquin

Lyonette’s main objection seemed to be that Nanette looked like Ryoka. She had even changed her blue robes for baggy trousers and a long-sleeved shirt, an oddly modern look.

Nanette Weishart

Lyonette’s main objection seemed to be that Nanette looked like Ryoka. She had even changed her blue robes for baggy trousers and a long-sleeved shirt, an oddly modern look.

Interlude – Trade and Travel

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