Juno Seeks Answers

Bright beaming faces and some hands not so spotless as they appear swirl about to mingle with each other within a tavern of the shining city, Sol. The tavern itself is filled with those familiar faces just as any other day would blow in the same sandy breeze through the towering gates that separate the wastes from the civilized. The swinging doors of this establishment are no different. New specks of sand, new faces, can get lost among the similar and everytime those doors open it's a wonder to who will appear next.
On this particular day, fate deems it that a tall, armor-clad woman should appear through the swinging doors. Her face is tawny from many days of travel, road dust clinging to the pale cloak she's thrown over her breastplate to ward off the beating sun. She casts a green gaze around the interior of the tavern, hopeful of quenching her thirst.
Sitting at the bar, an elven woman lazily sips at her tankard with a pile of paperwork beside her. She glances over at the door, seeing Juno's wandering eyes and casts her fingers high in order to flag her down. Not a formal way to bring two people together, but this environmant isn't for royalty.
Her head tilts somewhat, but the paladin offers a polite smile as she moves across the room to approach the bar. She glances behind it quickly, perhaps wondering if the elf is the proprietress taking a break.
"Good day to you."
"'ello, dear."
The brown eyes and purple stained lips of the elven woman, whose hair is kept in a ponytail, move in sync with each other to face Juno. She taps the counter twice and gives a quaint, lip tight smile as the barkeep starts to pour a glass.
"You looked as if you had been smacked senseless on your way into town. I do hope I'm not being rude when I assume you've just arrived," she leans forward a bit, her eyes taking in your armor and dusty cloak," You seem weary."
“You’re not wrong,” the woman allows with a wry smile. “My name is Juno, and I’m searching for someone who was staying in Sol as recently as two weeks ago. I don’t suppose you’ve heard of a half orc called Kharahk?”
The razor thin presentation of comfortable conversation drops from the woman's face. After a few blinks of her eyes to wipe away the dumbfounded expression she gained just a moment ago, her eyes rest comfortably attempting to keep your own vision upon her as she speaks.
"I've worked with a Kharahk before. What has he gotten himself into?"
Sensing her misstep, Juno clears her throat delicately, offering an apologetic look. “Forgive my rudeness, the urgency of the matter makes me forget myself. You see... my family and I encountered Kharahk... in the spirit world. The dream world? I confess I have a very limited understanding of these things. Kharahk was trying to help his friend who had fallen into a strange sleep, just as we were trying to help my young nephew.”
"Had I not had my fair experiences with the bizarre I'd call you raving mad, dear," her expression softens as she continues," I haven't seen Kharahk in months, but if you saw he's been crossing over into people's dreams I believe you. If you'd like I can look into finding him for you." Her lips tremble slightly as she leans forward before whispering as if hiding her concerns from the ears of anyone other than Juno's," Is your nephew doing well? I don't want to pry into specifics if it's painful, but I have some boys of my own. If I can lend a hand, I'm more than willing."