Lord's Rest Inn

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“It always exists. It has never begun nor ended.”

 "I see... You alright? Need space?"

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 He grips the spear before looking at Fos. He dips the blunt end of the spear in the water. "You're not a humanoid, are ya?"

 She waves her little arms in the air, giggling.

 *Sorry, had to do something for a campaign*

He sighs. "I'm not gonna jump in with ya, if that's what you want. If you just wanna talk, I'd be dandy with that."

 *All good mate. Was watching H O C K E Y*

She nods enthusiastically and points at the spear.

 "This is just a fishin' spear. I'm better with melee than ranged, but I grew up on a gator farm so I know you need a gun for some things."

*Baal, where is Oswald? Or is he gone?*

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“It always exists. It has never begun nor ended.”

 "I see... You alright? Need space?"

“I do not know. I am a champion without foes.” Threksos looks back to Raphael. “I will make my own path, I suppose.”

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*Baal, where is Oswald? Or is he gone?*

 *He left a while back. I couldn't find a character reason for him to stay.*

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“It always exists. It has never begun nor ended.”

 "I see... You alright? Need space?"

“I do not know. I am a champion without foes.” Threksos looks back to Raphael. “I will make my own path, I suppose.”

"As so many are called to do. I'm sure a demonslayer is wanted some place. You sure you don't want to try your luck with the Many of Helios?"

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*Anyone, enjoy my little weird way of trying to make a character who plays a sport into a interesting thing.*

In town, a building has seem to lit up as the sky grows darker with night. The rhythmic beat of a song fills the air. 

"Come get your duds in order 'cause we're bound to cross the water

Heave away, me jollies, heave away

Come get your duds in order 'cause we're bound to leave tomorrow

Heave away, me jolly boys, we're all bound away

Sometimes we're bound for Liverpool, sometimes we're bound for Spain

Heave away, me jollies, heave away

But now we're bound for old St. John's where all the girls are dancing

Heave away, me jolly boys, we're all bound away"

The inside is cold. It appears to be an ice rink of sorts. It is packed to say the least. Covered figures in blue and red jerseys skate across the ice, sticks clattering against it. In the outer ring, where some players sit, they think their fists against the plastic barrier, cheering on their teammates with fire in their eyes. 

 Greg, one of the towns folk, is watching the ice skaters

 One of the players on the red side manages to snapshot the puck into the goal. The crowd goes ballistic, cheering.