Lord's Rest Inn

*back for a bit, will be off and on*

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Barachiel is dressed in much better clothes and is hunched over a flagon of ale, sunglasses hiding his sad eyes. 

Sushi walks up and stares at him, refilling his Ale, "Your aura looks like something's wrong."

 "Yeah?" Barachiel downs another flagon and gestures for a new one. "What makes you think that?"

 "One your slouched over, and two you drinking Ale, like a lot of Ale, it's not even happy hour yet." She pours him a new one, "Everything okay?"

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 He shakes his head when she reaches for it. "Not yet. It's too hot. It'll destroy your palate in an instant." He sighs. "I can help pay for the rebuild, but only if you let me help with the menu. The 'truffle' steak was... offensive on many levels."

"Hey, don't blame me. Joey was incharge of that stuff." They say, taking out a little notebook. "How could it be improved?"

 "Well, first off, you need to stop trying to be so original. It's great to throw out ideas, but they need more testing before they get put on the menu. Have some mundane items on the menu to fill it out. Like the pie, for example. It was just a regular apple pie, done especially well." He opens his notebook and flips through it. "The truffle steak needs to be removed entirely. The whole approach was an abysmal idea. Make it truffle butter steak. I've got plenty of ideas, but really, it's your restaurant. I'm a critic, not a business owner."

 A human man in the back, presumably Joey, begins to bend over, hearing all the stuff. 

Sally is taking notes on this all. “Your review will be well worth it. How far do you travel, Mr. S?”

 "Very far. I've even been to other planes. I find extaplanar cuisine is designed for extraplanar creatures, though, so I don't really find it very appealing."

They are all shocked. “Wow, your… huh. Um… should we bow or something?”

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 "You don't need to know who I am. If I speak my name, your God will know and then I gotta split town again." He said "... There has to be something I can give up for just one.'

"I will let you know if I am ever that desperate. After all, I do not think you have much to offer."

Raphael begins to search her knowledge of all languages for something matching this guys description. Also religion: 30

 "I have trinket, doo-dads, thingamajigs, thingamabobs, teeth, organs, wings of all kinds, dried fish bones, rat bones, giant rat bones, a skull of a giant elk, a chest of treasure, a holy symbol of Iggivli, bugs, dried crackers, dried fruit, dried jerky, cats, dogs, a guinea pig, a farm pig, a police mans cap, a baseball cap, a baseball bat, three throwing knives, a hatchet made from silver, an ornate sword, a holy sword, another cat." He lists off extensively.

He knows exactly who this guy is. 

They step back, in shock and awe and fear. "You... what... is it me you want? What brings you here of all place?"

 "You. Your God. More importantly the fact this place drawers the weirdest people I've ever heard of and I have to see for myself what it's all about."

 "This place is pretty normal. It is the Lord's Rest Inn that has all the interesting people. I am sure the sentient time traveling sword would love to talk to you, or maybe the fallen angel? Huh? Those people sound real interesting."

 "Nope. You. And Helios of course. I am kinda desperate for his blood and your wings." He says and smiles.

 "Mmm... I can give you my blood, but in return, I request a favor in the future. How does that sound?"

 "Nope. His blood. Only his. I don't need yours. You are just a rubber stamp of an angel." He waved his hand and snorted. 

“My wing and his blood? Strange requests. Look, how about we move this all outside?”

 "Hm? Why?" He looks around and sighs "Ah, yes... But of course."

 Raphae walks out, dusting themselves off some more. “Look, when you come back with something worth me trading a portion of my divine gifts to you, I’ll consider it. You don’t have such things right now.”

 Atrous sighs "I have everything. EVERYTHING!" He smiles "name whatever you want."

 “Mmm… even a solars wing?”

*Imma go eat something, bye for now*

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Barachiel is dressed in much better clothes and is hunched over a flagon of ale, sunglasses hiding his sad eyes. 

Sushi walks up and stares at him, refilling his Ale, "Your aura looks like something's wrong."

 "Yeah?" Barachiel downs another flagon and gestures for a new one. "What makes you think that?"

 "One your slouched over, and two you drinking Ale, like a lot of Ale, it's not even happy hour yet." She pours him a new one, "Everything okay?"

 "Certainly." He throws back another gulp, and burps. "Not."