Lord's Rest Inn

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*Cut for Wendi.*

 They nod, before getting up and waving them goodbye, heading to prepare.

 *Good end?*

 *I would say so, I have to leave soon.*

*awww man, i was hoping you could stay on longer*

 *Sorry dude, be on tomorrow though, see you then man.*

*alright, so long man!*

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Sable is outside now that it is nighttime, reading under the moonlight. He looks rather fine, no one would notice he was starving himself. He is dressed in a white button up dress shirt, a blue waist coat, and a pair of black breeches. He appears to be reading a book of the historical markings of death and it's many forms. 

Samaritan is punching a punching bag, his body flaming slightly with wisps of burning red fire dancing across his skin. He is mad, it's not hard to tell. 

Home has somehow wandered away from Loriche camp and is now standing in front of a currently almost rotted away Guilt House. He stands right at the border to it, his eyes cold and unfeeling. He throws in a match and suddenly the place as alight.

Thirteen is also outside reading, Caramel on his shoulder.

Riotan watches him, standing a few meters away and behind him.

Loriche walks over to stand next to him, looking into the flames, a little concerned.

 Sable can practically smell him and he is so so hungry but he doesn't so anything. 

Samaritan roars in rage as he bashes his head against the bag a few times before tearing it off the hook and throwing it sideways. 

He turns to her "It needed to be destroyed."

Thirteen walks over to him and takes a platter of scones out of his satchel, setting it beside Sable and then returning to his original seat.

Rio walks up behind him, worried. “Samaritan…?”

“I know. Just stay clear of the fire. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

 He comes back and hands back the scones "I-Im sorry. I cannot eat these." He said. 

He stops, exhaling, and turning around. "Hello Riotan." He said, sitting down on the ground. 

"I know." He said, taking a step back to make a point. 

*Heads up, I might go to bed soon.*

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Sable is outside now that it is nighttime, reading under the moonlight. He looks rather fine, no one would notice he was starving himself. He is dressed in a white button up dress shirt, a blue waist coat, and a pair of black breeches. He appears to be reading a book of the historical markings of death and it's many forms. 

Samaritan is punching a punching bag, his body flaming slightly with wisps of burning red fire dancing across his skin. He is mad, it's not hard to tell. 

Home has somehow wandered away from Loriche camp and is now standing in front of a currently almost rotted away Guilt House. He stands right at the border to it, his eyes cold and unfeeling. He throws in a match and suddenly the place as alight.

Thirteen is also outside reading, Caramel on his shoulder.

Riotan watches him, standing a few meters away and behind him.

Loriche walks over to stand next to him, looking into the flames, a little concerned.

 Sable can practically smell him and he is so so hungry but he doesn't so anything. 

Samaritan roars in rage as he bashes his head against the bag a few times before tearing it off the hook and throwing it sideways. 

He turns to her "It needed to be destroyed."

Thirteen walks over to him and takes a platter of scones out of his satchel, setting it beside Sable and then returning to his original seat.

Rio walks up behind him, worried. “Samaritan…?”

“I know. Just stay clear of the fire. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

 He comes back and hands back the scones "I-Im sorry. I cannot eat these." He said. 

He stops, exhaling, and turning around. "Hello Riotan." He said, sitting down on the ground. 

"I know." He said, taking a step back to make a point. 

*Heads up, I might go to bed soon.*

*no problem. you need your rest*

“You cannot? What would be satisfactory then?” He takes the scones back and tips them into his satchel.

“Are you alright, babe?” He says the word experimentally, not sure if it fits.

“Good.” She watches the house burn silently.

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Sable is outside now that it is nighttime, reading under the moonlight. He looks rather fine, no one would notice he was starving himself. He is dressed in a white button up dress shirt, a blue waist coat, and a pair of black breeches. He appears to be reading a book of the historical markings of death and it's many forms. 

Samaritan is punching a punching bag, his body flaming slightly with wisps of burning red fire dancing across his skin. He is mad, it's not hard to tell. 

Home has somehow wandered away from Loriche camp and is now standing in front of a currently almost rotted away Guilt House. He stands right at the border to it, his eyes cold and unfeeling. He throws in a match and suddenly the place as alight.

Thirteen is also outside reading, Caramel on his shoulder.

Riotan watches him, standing a few meters away and behind him.

Loriche walks over to stand next to him, looking into the flames, a little concerned.

 Sable can practically smell him and he is so so hungry but he doesn't so anything. 

Samaritan roars in rage as he bashes his head against the bag a few times before tearing it off the hook and throwing it sideways. 

He turns to her "It needed to be destroyed."

Thirteen walks over to him and takes a platter of scones out of his satchel, setting it beside Sable and then returning to his original seat.

Rio walks up behind him, worried. “Samaritan…?”

“I know. Just stay clear of the fire. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

 He comes back and hands back the scones "I-Im sorry. I cannot eat these." He said. 

He stops, exhaling, and turning around. "Hello Riotan." He said, sitting down on the ground. 

"I know." He said, taking a step back to make a point. 

*Heads up, I might go to bed soon.*

*no problem. you need your rest*

“You cannot? What would be satisfactory then?” He takes the scones back and tips them into his satchel.

“Are you alright, babe?” He says the word experimentally, not sure if it

“Good.” She watches the house burn silently.

 "It's fine.. I don't need anything." He said and clutched his book in hand, turning away. 

Samaritan sighs "A restaurant reviewer came in, called me a hack. He is promising to write a bad article about it all. I have had numerous bad reviews before but.. he said some things that hit close to home.' he explains. 

He closes his eyes, sitting down on the ground. 

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Sable is outside now that it is nighttime, reading under the moonlight. He looks rather fine, no one would notice he was starving himself. He is dressed in a white button up dress shirt, a blue waist coat, and a pair of black breeches. He appears to be reading a book of the historical markings of death and it's many forms. 

Samaritan is punching a punching bag, his body flaming slightly with wisps of burning red fire dancing across his skin. He is mad, it's not hard to tell. 

Home has somehow wandered away from Loriche camp and is now standing in front of a currently almost rotted away Guilt House. He stands right at the border to it, his eyes cold and unfeeling. He throws in a match and suddenly the place as alight.

Thirteen is also outside reading, Caramel on his shoulder.

Riotan watches him, standing a few meters away and behind him.

Loriche walks over to stand next to him, looking into the flames, a little concerned.

 Sable can practically smell him and he is so so hungry but he doesn't so anything. 

Samaritan roars in rage as he bashes his head against the bag a few times before tearing it off the hook and throwing it sideways. 

He turns to her "It needed to be destroyed."

Thirteen walks over to him and takes a platter of scones out of his satchel, setting it beside Sable and then returning to his original seat.

Rio walks up behind him, worried. “Samaritan…?”

“I know. Just stay clear of the fire. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

 He comes back and hands back the scones "I-Im sorry. I cannot eat these." He said. 

He stops, exhaling, and turning around. "Hello Riotan." He said, sitting down on the ground. 

"I know." He said, taking a step back to make a point. 

*Heads up, I might go to bed soon.*

*no problem. you need your rest*

“You cannot? What would be satisfactory then?” He takes the scones back and tips them into his satchel.

“Are you alright, babe?” He says the word experimentally, not sure if it

“Good.” She watches the house burn silently.

 "It's fine.. I don't need anything." He said and clutched his book in hand, turning away. 

Samaritan sighs "A restaurant reviewer came in, called me a hack. He is promising to write a bad article about it all. I have had numerous bad reviews before but.. he said some things that hit close to home.' he explains. 

He closes his eyes, sitting down on the ground. 

“We both know that’s not true, my lad.”

Riotan scoots over next to Samaritan and hugs him. “You want me to kill that guy for you?”

Loriche sits next to him, smiling reassuringly.