Lord's Rest Inn

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 "Oh, it's not that I feel like I need to. You see, I'm a botanist, and most of my specimens are edible, so I need to cook them up or sell them before they rot so I don't waste them. They're very, very good. And expensive. Normally I can sell the produce for hundreds of gold pieces for each fruit, vegetable, tea, or seasoning, but I don't need much money right now. I would much rather put them to use than sell them to someone who'll probably just eat half of it at a big feast and throw away the rest."

He sounds excited about his plants, and his nervousness seems to disappear while he's talking about them.

 Vittorsi sits down and nods, listening. "What do you normally grow? What is favored by you?" he asks "Whats the hardest to grow?"

 "I love to grow chili peppers and cinnamon, but lately I've been growing habanero-types and various spices. The hardest would have to be blood bonnets, which I bred myself. They only grow in the Gourmet Nightmare, where violence is plentiful. They are one of the most delicious peppers that I've ever grown, but I have to sneak through a phantasmal battlefield to check on them. Luckily the bugmen, which are monsters that look somewhat like soldiers, don't want to fight me because of my mimicry, poison, and hallucinogenic abilities. They stay away from my gardens, too, and leave any bodies lying around as a sort of offering. In their eyes, I'm a sort of war god. I'd tell them the truth, but they're not very complex animals and would either not understand or tear me limb from limb."

 He nods "I remember chilis and peppers and the such. I loved them when I was a little boy. But Blood Bonnets, never heard of those. Are they the ones that are growing from you at this moment? if so, they compliment you very well." He says, beaming. "Growing a life like that, you must have the patience of a saint. I have tried but I never stick around long enough to see its growth."

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Thirteen feels a slight twinge in the air. He checks the Bijoux, which seems to be full of light. When he points it east, it grows dark. Sighing, he stands up, sets Caramel to guard his pile of corpses, and heads in the direction of Lawrence’s new character.

 Vittorsi is trying to sew up the holes in his shirt quietly, his mind racing a thousand miles per hour as he tries to figure what year it is. 

After a few minutes of walking, Thirteen arrives at the site, staying back a bit. “Hello there, sir!” He calls to Vittorsi. “What circumstances brought you here?”

 Vittorsi looks up, a brow raised. He looks hesitant to answer. "Who're you?"

“A traveler. A necromancer. I am known as Thirteen.”

 His eyes narrow as he stands suddenly, scars, whip lashings, bullet holes, and rope burns cover his body. He tilts his head "You follow a dark god?"

“I do not follow any gods. I have had pleasant conversation with gods, but I walk my journey without supervision. Necromancy is an art I use to combat terrible evils of worse varieties than petty tyrants throwing animated kidneys at people who make them angry.”

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*These are the two songs I feel describe Vittorsi.

1. https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=zfvh7ySdDCU&si=yVdNE-ay_ZLVXHQt

2. https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=3tfL8yUuj8U&si=XK1b1xhO1HoZr46d *

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*These are the two songs I feel describe Vittorsi.

1. https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=zfvh7ySdDCU&si=yVdNE-ay_ZLVXHQt

2. https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=3tfL8yUuj8U&si=XK1b1xhO1HoZr46d *

*I just tapped the link without looking, and thought the Liberty Mutual music represented this ever-suffering paragon of light. I’m dying rn*

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Thirteen feels a slight twinge in the air. He checks the Bijoux, which seems to be full of light. When he points it east, it grows dark. Sighing, he stands up, sets Caramel to guard his pile of corpses, and heads in the direction of Lawrence’s new character.

 Vittorsi is trying to sew up the holes in his shirt quietly, his mind racing a thousand miles per hour as he tries to figure what year it is. 

After a few minutes of walking, Thirteen arrives at the site, staying back a bit. “Hello there, sir!” He calls to Vittorsi. “What circumstances brought you here?”

 Vittorsi looks up, a brow raised. He looks hesitant to answer. "Who're you?"

“A traveler. A necromancer. I am known as Thirteen.”

 His eyes narrow as he stands suddenly, scars, whip lashings, bullet holes, and rope burns cover his body. He tilts his head "You follow a dark god?"

“I do not follow any gods. I have had pleasant conversation with gods, but I walk my journey without supervision. Necromancy is an art I use to combat terrible evils of worse varieties than petty tyrants throwing animated kidneys at people who make them angry.”

 He still looks suspicious but says nothing more. He sits back down, coughing dryly. "My name is Virtue.. A pleasure to meet you."

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*These are the two songs I feel describe Vittorsi.

1. https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=zfvh7ySdDCU&si=yVdNE-ay_ZLVXHQt

2. https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=3tfL8yUuj8U&si=XK1b1xhO1HoZr46d *

*I just tapped the link without looking, and thought the Liberty Mutual music represented this ever-suffering paragon of light. I’m dying rn*