Lord's Rest Inn

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Mauric, now in Saphuno’s position, is serving and preparing with ease

Yod is re-stringing his bow.

Eito is in the library, poring over old literature.

 Domino walks into the kitchen, humming. "Hey, Mo- Uhh..."

Cevin is at the range, shooting a 6 cylinder

One of the books he finds is written by "Nine-Tailed Omi, Autumnal Admirer."

“It’s just Mauric. Good to see you.” He smiles.

Yod looks up at him and waves.

They take it and begin reading.

 "Hey, M." she says, smiling back. "New gig, huh?"

He empties the cylinder of shells, setting the gun down. "Greetings, love!" he says, waving back

The book is written similarly to the other one before, but every 2 pages, there's a page that makes no sense...

“Just trying to help out your mother for now. And it’s nothing new to me, really.”

“I didn’t know you were a sharpshooter or anything. That’s cool.”

Eito pauses to examine these curious Dadaistic inserts.

 "New compared to moppin' the floors and stuff. I'm surprised she lets anybody but her cook in here." she shrugs

"I shoot when i'm angry, or preparing to kill somebody." he admits

the inserts are of all kinds, entries from Omi's siblings, friends, and some pages even scribbled in by previous owners of the book. The 8th nonsensical passage is... A diary entry from Omi himself.

“Well, hopefully, I can lend my own touch to the dishes without shaking things up too much. I’m not trying to take over or anything.”

“I think those are the average times when people do that.”

Eito begins to peruse this diary entry, intrigued.

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*Yo Salem wanna RP?*

 *you've caught me in a gay nurturing mood, so prepare accordingly.
Hit me with whatchu got*

 *Well, what kinda vibe ya want?*

 *no preference atm*

 *Hmm... well I'ma just throw these guys at you

Hyacinth (Fluffy dragonborn)

Teralith

Chef Grumble (Lizardfolk cook, who cooks magical creatures that are overpopulated)

Mint (Pirate tabaxi)

And also a new guy! (Efae, kobold oathbreaker who wants to help people)*

*Is anyone online?*

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*Is anyone online?*

 (yes)

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Mauric, now in Saphuno’s position, is serving and preparing with ease

Yod is re-stringing his bow.

Eito is in the library, poring over old literature.

 Domino walks into the kitchen, humming. "Hey, Mo- Uhh..."

Cevin is at the range, shooting a 6 cylinder

One of the books he finds is written by "Nine-Tailed Omi, Autumnal Admirer."

“It’s just Mauric. Good to see you.” He smiles.

Yod looks up at him and waves.

They take it and begin reading.

 "Hey, M." she says, smiling back. "New gig, huh?"

He empties the cylinder of shells, setting the gun down. "Greetings, love!" he says, waving back

The book is written similarly to the other one before, but every 2 pages, there's a page that makes no sense...

“Just trying to help out your mother for now. And it’s nothing new to me, really.”

“I didn’t know you were a sharpshooter or anything. That’s cool.”

Eito pauses to examine these curious Dadaistic inserts.

 "New compared to moppin' the floors and stuff. I'm surprised she lets anybody but her cook in here." she shrugs

"I shoot when i'm angry, or preparing to kill somebody." he admits

the inserts are of all kinds, entries from Omi's siblings, friends, and some pages even scribbled in by previous owners of the book. The 8th nonsensical passage is... A diary entry from Omi himself.

“Well, hopefully, I can lend my own touch to the dishes without shaking things up too much. I’m not trying to take over or anything.”

“I think those are the average times when people do that.”

Eito begins to peruse this diary entry, intrigued.

 "You'll do great." she says, getting into the fridge

"Can you guess which one I am?" he asks, kicking a shell away and reloading

"It's half past the witching hour on feb'ruary the twelveth, Father's Year of 704... She haunts me, and won't let me sleep. She claims to love me, and I care for her. She hurts me so the way she acts about my siblings, and the way she treats my animals. I've fed them all my blood to speed up their healing, and the pain of doing so felt better than the pain she burdens me with... if this is how mortal women are, i'm afraid I must shy away from them. I-" the rest is cut off, smudged by water, blood, and dirt.

“That’s not what I’m concerned about.”