Olin

As you venture further into the darker part of the clan's territory, a young Nocturne pokes her head out of a doorway partially covered by clumsily cut bamboo - presumably to see what all the commotion is about outside. "Oh, hi there!" she chirps. "It's not too often someone makes their way back here. Well, unless they wanna ask me something. Questions or not though, you can come in if you want!

"Though, uh..." She peeks back inside for a moment, before returning her focus to you. "I hope you don't mind a bit of clutter," she says sheepishly, and opens the door wider for you to enter.

Once inside, you see a pretty normal, albeit small and somewhat messy, home. The main room has been set up for receiving the odd guest here and there: Three plush, dark upholstered chairs sit in an attempt at a half circle around a low table. Books are strewn all about the room, with Olin herself hastily pushing and stacking some of them to make a clearer footpath for you.

"Make yourself at home! And sorry again about the mess," she says equally as hurriedly, "usually someone only stops by when they want to know how the clan's doing. I'm our bookkeeper- did I say that already?"

She sets down the last book she had been holding in her claws. "Anyway, if you're curious how the clan is doing, I can show you some of our records - obviously a lot of it is too private to show, since technically anyone can come in here... But here's what I can tell you."

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"We've gathered everything that you can't get from the coliseum for the time being... I'd better keep this list around, though. Maybe I'll tuck it over here..."

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Olin looks up from her notes, eyes sparkling and the corners of her mouth turned up in a satisfied smile. She says, "and that's about all! Of course, there are some other things to be kept track of - namely what the others are looking for or doing, but that isn't really my thing. Don't get me wrong, I don't dislike the others, but being that social is exhausting." Their smile turns into a more sheepish one again.

"But," they continue, "if you'd like to know about the more personal goings-on around here, you'd be better off asking Reggie, or maybe Pins. They're better with the interpersonal type stuff."

Her tome flies up to her and flips itself open to a page full of text, small enough to be illegible from where you sit. Olin scans the page and perks up in surprise. They look to you again, apologetically, and say, "sorry! You're welcome to stay as long as you like, but I have to get back to work. As much as I'd love to stick around and chat, I can't afford to get behind on all this. Thanks again for the visit though; this was nice!"