Tabaxi's don't use soap?

The setting sun shines against a small metal file that Vahl’a is holding. She sighs with relief and lets herself fall on the pile of garbage she was digging through.

Vahl’a: Finally! Something I can use. Ah..Ahahaha!!

A young couple passing by looks at her with disgust. Vahl’a gets up and walks towards a small plaza nearby. Following the signs for “west wing” she reaches the dorm door number 302. Vahl’a takes a deep breath while thinking on how to break into her own room without catching the attention of the students nearby. Vahl’a tries to pick the lock again and again with no luck, until a loud “CLUNK” is heard from the door lock.

The door opens smoothly, but not thanks to Vahl’a’s lock picking proficiency. On the other side of the door, a long hair Tabaxi holds the door open.

???: Uhh, what do you think you’re doing?

Vahl’a looks surprised and quickly hides the file. Fumbling with her words, she finally replies.

Vahl’a: I lost my key and… That stupid owl guy said… And then I-

???: Oh! You must be my roommate! I was wondering when you’d get here. My name’s Brielle!

The friendly Tabaxi welcomes Vahl’a inside. It looks like Brielle’s been living in the dorm for a few days. Vahl’a walks inside, completely ignoring everything that the friendly Tabaxi is chatting about. Vahl’a dashes towards the bathroom and starts filling the bathtub with water. She looks around, but seems confused at why the bathroom looks completely empty.

Vahl’a: Ahh, mhm. Nice story. Listen. I’m very tired and I really want to take a bath. Where do you keep the soap?

Brielle: Hmm? What do you mean?

Vahl’a: Uhm. The soap? To clean yourself?

Brielle: Ahh, that. Sorry, I don’t use that.

Vahl’a: You’ve got to be kidding me.. How do you!?

Brielle takes a lick of her furry arm, slightly confused at Vahl’a’s lack of knowledge on the Tabaxi race. Vahl’a lets out a cry that can be heard through the entire dorm.

Vahl’a: C’monnnnn!!

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Vahl’a steps out of the bathroom disappointed to have only washed herself up with water. She smells herself and gags. Brielle seems to be getting ready to head out. She’s wearing a long, white, linen tunic.

Brielle: You’re not going?

Vahl’a: Mhh? Going where?

Brielle chuckles.

Brielle: The King and Queen’s anniversary celebration at Twincrest. Didn’t you get an invitation at the reception desk? Everyone’s going!

Vahl’a: I think I’ll…

Vahl’a lays down on the floor to take a nap, but her stomach starts growling louder than a lion’s roar. Brielle opens her bag and searches for something.

Brielle: They gave me a couple of vouchers for some food stalls and drinks, I can share some…

Vahl’a stands quickly and zooms out the door. Brielle nervously laughs and follows her out. Hundreds of people are already heading up the road leading to Twincrest. All sorts of people make their way uphill, most by foot, some by horse, other more high status individuals stroll along their fancy carriages. Vahl’a is mesmerized by the variety of beings coming together in peace and laughter, just like she imagined this land would be as a child. She lets a thought escape her mind, saying under her breath:

Vahl’a: But all I got were Giths and Tieflings…

Brielle: Hm? I didn’t catch that, what did you say?

Vahl’a: Oh, no, nothing. There’s so many people going.

Brielle: That’s what I’m saying! So which one do you think is true? I think they’re announcing the heir to the throne, there’s so many signs!

Brielle giggles and points out at the stationed guards all over the place. The guards are armed with shiny weapons and heavy armor covering every inch of their bodies. Their armor is engraved with the merge of the crest of the Queendom of Laolith and the emblem of the Kingdom of Avalon.

Brielle: There’s a couple of guards here, and a bunch over there. I’ve never seen so many guards in one place! They must be showing us their beautiful baby. Oh, I’m so excited!

While the girls talk, they arrive at Twincrest. Brielle immediately uses two of her vouchers to get candied apples for herself and Vahl’a. They walk around, enjoying the festivities together until the sound of trumpets interrupt their activities. A Gnome stands on a stage that’s located in the middle of the festivity area. He draws a simple symbol on the bullhorn he is holding. A good arcana student could easily recognize it as Thaumaturgy. With a booming voice, the Gnome announces that the King and Queen will be making an appearance in one hour, and that as a safety measure, anyone with weapons should surrender them to the guards now or be incarcerated in the Fort of Thorns without trial.

As he is speaking, a fleet of tamed dragons fly overhead, carrying sorcerers, clerics, wizards and all sorts of casters. They all start chanting and casting Abjuration spells at a building near by the stage. Brielle is looking up at the casters with dreamy eyes.

Brielle: Ahh, this is soooooo coooool. I can’t wait to be with them. Gasp! Oh, my, oh my!! It’s her!! Look, look!

Brielle points at a female elf in silky white robes. She almost looks like she is emitting light. Her long, blonde hair flutters around in the wind while she gives directions to the casters around her.

Vahl’a: Hmm, what about her?

Brielle looks at Vahl’a in shock.

Brielle: UHHHM. Only the head of the department of Restoration, Enhancement and Abjuration Arcana!?

Vahl’a: Ohhhhh, so that’s how it was called.

Brielle: What!? We’re supposed to be in the same class… or are you not a…?

Vahl’a looks at Brielle’s reaction, then at her hand still holding two vouchers, then at her feet backing away a little. She takes Brielle’s hand and in a convincing tone exclaims:

Vahl’a: Ahh, yes, bestest best roomie. I’m just uhm, feeling a little hazy. Maybe I’m starting to get dehydrated or something, let’s go to that tavern and get some drinks!

Vahl’a drags Brielle into the tavern. The friendly barkeep welcomes them.

???: Welcome to Twincrest! What can I serve you beautiful ladies tonight?