The Tavern at the End of the World

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*Morning! Hows the chaos coming?*

Azazel is slumped at a table, having not slept last night

Poppy is running around outside, currently in the middle of her morning workout

 Adder was sleeping on the floor in Azazel's room.

Seph was hanging a body from tree, admiring his work.

Jack was downstairs, talking with Morbuis

 Azazel picks up breakfast, before heading upstairs, noticing the tiefling on the ground, "Adder?"

 "yeah hi, tired" he says, he appears to have burnt clothing from his fight with electricity/ The dragon-born

 "Jeez, are you alright? You look burned." Azazel sets his meal on a desk, stooping down to check on adder

 "Im fine, just in pain a bit" he said

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A man standing 6'4 walks in. He is built like heavy-weight champion and has scars, cuts, and bruises all over his body. He wears a black tank-top, woven lash leather belt around his midsection and waist, a black jacket with Grey woolen inline, thick black trousers, and thick boots. He has bandages wrapped around his hands, ankles, and neck. He has Deep green eyes, brown short hair that is shaven around the sides, and fair skin. He carries a pistol on his hip holster and a rifle on his back, he also carries a satchel around his shoulder. 

A Dark Grey and black dog follows him, its thin and without hair. It has huge fangs that drip with slobber and its eyes are red-orange in color that glow with pent-up rage. 

 Morbius waves hello but stares at the dog for a little bit. "What's with the mutt?"

 The man tilts his head in confusion before speaking in Undercommon "You speak Under no?"

 

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A man standing 6'4 walks in. He is built like heavy-weight champion and has scars, cuts, and bruises all over his body. He wears a black tank-top, woven lash leather belt around his midsection and waist, a black jacket with Grey woolen inline, thick black trousers, and thick boots. He has bandages wrapped around his hands, ankles, and neck. He has Deep green eyes, brown short hair that is shaven around the sides, and fair skin. He carries a pistol on his hip holster and a rifle on his back, he also carries a satchel around his shoulder. 

A Dark Grey and black dog follows him, its thin and without hair. It has huge fangs that drip with slobber and its eyes are red-orange in color that glow with pent-up rage. 

 Morbius waves hello but stares at the dog for a little bit. "What's with the mutt?"

 The man tilts his head in confusion before speaking in Undercommon "You speak Under no?"

 "Yes, I do." Morbius says in Undercommon. "What's with the dog?"

 Asari looks over seeming to understand, she also speaks in undercommon "Under?"

 Jack looks up and smiles kindly "I heard the word, forgive me, my common is terrible"

 "Common? Oh... That... Thing.... Right...."

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 Thara stands there confused, gives up & pay for both soups.

 "It's okay, you don't have to pay for it." Klei says good-naturedly. "I have a lot of experience with thieves. Well, I'd have to, seein' as I'm one meself."

 "Thank you! My names Thara *thay-ruh*, and you're a thief?"

 "Well, I used to be. Might be still. But I've mostly focused on cooking. Hey, where's your soup bowl? Oh, here it is." Klei pulls the bowl from his back, still full of soup. It's even still hot!

 "Wait I just had my soup." She stands there, a little dazed.

 "HAHAha, you fell for it! This is a different bowl. I couldn't take that bowl, it's like three yards away. I don't got five invisible hands. HAhahha..." Klei laughs.

 "You got kick out of that didn't you?" She stands there unamused.

 "I get a kick out of everything. Especially puns! Want to hear one? What do you call a fish that's a king? O-FISH-al!! BWAHAHahahaHAHaha...hooo... my jaw is tired!"

 "Boo!"

 Klei turns around so fast that a gust of wind nearly blows out one of the candles on the tables. "WHO DARES HECKLE KLEI FARASTEN?!?!?!" He shouts, pulling out six knives and holding them like Wolverine's claws.

 Zylna giggles from the rafters. "Even for me, puns are low."

 "WHERE ARE YOU THEIF! I HEAR YOUR VOICE!" Thara shouts looking around.

 She's sitting on a beam, swinging her legs back and forth. "Hi, miss me?"

 "WHERE ARE YOU!?!" She yells, oblivious to to the goblins location.

Zylna sighed. "Try looking up."

 She does so, "oh." She let's out as her stanse relaxes & she drops her longsword to one hand.

 "Thanks for paying by the way, I got no money right now." Zylna smiled and shrugged.

 "I didn't, knife guy did. If you were broke you could have asked for donation you know." She sheaths her sword as she says this.

 "Nah, I'd rather sell my body than beg for a donation."

 "Well, let tell you some wisdom," She starts

 "No."

 "What?" She asks with a face of confusion.

 Zylna giggled. "No. Don't tell me anything, I'm tired of people trying to 'tell me wisdom'. No."

 "If I weren't trying to be a paladin of redemption I could have punched a hole through your face when you pulled your trick on me, I really think some help to a path other than trickery will help, maybe don't ignore help."

 "Sorry, not sorry, but no."

 "Ok well have fun when you get Injured, arrested, or worse when you pull your tricks on the wrong person." She shrugs as she turns around.

 "Thanks, have fun as well!" Zylna waved cheerfully.

She turns around facing Zylna again, "I know goblins can be dumb but how you not know sarcasm?"

 Zylna smiled. "Wanna know why I don't want 'help'?"

 "Yes, it's kind of idiotic that you don't."

 Zylna reached behind her head and loosened the bandages, which fall around her neck. On her cheek, seemingly seared into her skin, are the big, bold letters: S L A V E

"I'm free now, so I'm gonna live how I wanna live, without anyone telling me any different." Zylna chuckled as she fixed the bandages back into place.

 "Oh I'm terribly sorry, I understand more. I just hope that you can learn to live in a way you like that wont get you killed, but if your happy, I guess let it be." She says with her head down.

 "No problem. You're very easy to convince, aren't you?"

 "I guess, wait was that a lie?" Insight: 9

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A man standing 6'4 walks in. He is built like heavy-weight champion and has scars, cuts, and bruises all over his body. He wears a black tank-top, woven lash leather belt around his midsection and waist, a black jacket with Grey woolen inline, thick black trousers, and thick boots. He has bandages wrapped around his hands, ankles, and neck. He has Deep green eyes, brown short hair that is shaven around the sides, and fair skin. He carries a pistol on his hip holster and a rifle on his back, he also carries a satchel around his shoulder. 

A Dark Grey and black dog follows him, its thin and without hair. It has huge fangs that drip with slobber and its eyes are red-orange in color that glow with pent-up rage. 

 Morbius waves hello but stares at the dog for a little bit. "What's with the mutt?"

 The man tilts his head in confusion before speaking in Undercommon "You speak Under no?"

 "Yes, I do." Morbius says in Undercommon. "What's with the dog?"

 "Oh! Nevermind? He's my boy and best hunting dog" he said with a grin and patted the dog who gave into the pets happily. Its red eyes narrowed and stared at Morbius while drool dripped in puddles around it.

 Morbius holds his stare as well, narrowing his golden eyes. "What does he hunt?"

 "Deer, moose, lion, He is good for big game" he responded 

 Morbius grunts, "Keep him tied up outside and keep him under control. I never liked putting dogs down."