Lord's Rest Inn

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A small, fluffy strugel dressed as an Italian chef, complete with the red ascot and puffy hat, walks into the inn. There is a metal rim to his hat, and he has bandages covering half his face, but otherwise he seems rather normal. He doesn't carry any weapons or ridiculous items beyond that weird hat, and he waddles with both gentleness and confidence.

A young horned gentleman with light teal skin and dark aqua curly hair sits at one of the tables, stabbing at his food without actually eating it. He wears a suit of dark chainmail armor that shines a bit teal, and a cape the color of the seas of the warm tropics. He has abandoned his helmet, which has three slits, one for eyes, and one for each of his horns, to sit on the chair next to him, and the food he was eating has now turned to mush from being stabbed at too much. 

 The little creature waddles over and opens an unlabeled can with a pull tab, placing it on the table. It's filled with red sauce and what looks like ravioli, and is steaming hot somehow. He then places a little fork in it.

"Buon Appetito."

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A small, fluffy strugel dressed as an Italian chef, complete with the red ascot and puffy hat, walks into the inn. There is a metal rim to his hat, and he has bandages covering half his face, but otherwise he seems rather normal. He doesn't carry any weapons or ridiculous items beyond that weird hat, and he waddles with both gentleness and confidence.

A young horned gentleman with light teal skin and dark aqua curly hair sits at one of the tables, stabbing at his food without actually eating it. He wears a suit of dark chainmail armor that shines a bit teal, and a cape the color of the seas of the warm tropics. He has abandoned his helmet, which has three slits, one for eyes, and one for each of his horns, to sit on the chair next to him, and the food he was eating has now turned to mush from being stabbed at too much. 

 The little creature waddles over and opens an unlabeled can with a pull tab, placing it on the table. It's filled with red sauce and what looks like ravioli, and is steaming hot somehow. He then places a little fork in it.

"Buon Appetito."

 “Hm?” The boy looks around before his eyes finally settle on the strugel. He frowns. “Not interested in eating. Come to think of it, why did I even order in the first place? Ugh…” He groans. “What exactly are you? We don’t have… furry two legged things in my home world.” 

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A small, fluffy strugel dressed as an Italian chef, complete with the red ascot and puffy hat, walks into the inn. There is a metal rim to his hat, and he has bandages covering half his face, but otherwise he seems rather normal. He doesn't carry any weapons or ridiculous items beyond that weird hat, and he waddles with both gentleness and confidence.

"Lookin' for a job?" calls a voice, most likely directed at him, but perhaps not. A man sits in the corner ---- face and torso imperceptible, you can't discern much, other than the fact that he is carrying a very large, humanoid-ish puppet about the size of a newborn. A crudely-painted smile and eyes rest upon the thing's face, but there is a small slit where its mouth has been placed. That opens again. "Yeah, you! Chef-type. What're you looking for here?"

 The ferret waddles over and places a black glass jar on the nearby table. There is a faint noise, as though it were filled with water and had a peeled boiled egg inside. "Family."

The man peers around the puppet, a green eye and a dark-brown one meeting the strugel's gaze for a second before darting towards the jar. "Have you lost them? Or are you looking for new ones?" the puppet asks, the man's hand slowly opening and closing as the mouth moves in time. 

*Anyone else wanna rp with Salt?*

A white sturgeon with wire-rimmed glasses floats into the inn and goes up the stairs.

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 The little creature waddles over and opens an unlabeled can with a pull tab, placing it on the table. It's filled with red sauce and what looks like ravioli, and is steaming hot somehow. He then places a little fork in it.

"Buon Appetito."

 “Hm?” The boy looks around before his eyes finally settle on the strugel. He frowns. “Not interested in eating. Come to think of it, why did I even order in the first place? Ugh…” He groans. “What exactly are you? We don’t have… furry two legged things in my home world.” 

 He shrugs. "I dunno. Looked cute, and people like cute things, so I thought 'hey, why not?'" He takes the canned ravioli and starts to eat it himself. "After the war, they were handing out free reconstructions to just about everyone, 'cause being riddled with holes is not a good look."

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 The little creature waddles over and opens an unlabeled can with a pull tab, placing it on the table. It's filled with red sauce and what looks like ravioli, and is steaming hot somehow. He then places a little fork in it.

"Buon Appetito."

 “Hm?” The boy looks around before his eyes finally settle on the strugel. He frowns. “Not interested in eating. Come to think of it, why did I even order in the first place? Ugh…” He groans. “What exactly are you? We don’t have… furry two legged things in my home world.” 

 He shrugs. "I dunno. Looked cute, and people like cute things, so I thought 'hey, why not?'" He takes the canned ravioli and starts to eat it himself. "After the war, they were handing out free reconstructions to just about everyone, 'cause being riddled with holes is not a good look."

 “War? Here? I t-thought this was a safe place.” He shakes his head. “I can’t be here. Not if there’s any fighting.” He stares down at his armor, running a hand with a long scar across it on one of the links of his armor.