Lord's Rest Inn

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*yaaay, I cried for like 4 hours last night :D*

Theren is sitting in his room with his knees up to his chest.

Phoenix is outside trying to smoke.

Nick is sitting on the roof looking gloomy.

 Lore sits beside him, hugging him. 

 

Nestled among the shops in town, there stands a striking black brick building that never fails to catch the eye. The walls of the building are adorned with gold mortar, providing a unique contrast that sets it apart from the surrounding buildings. The grandeur of the building is further enhanced by the large bay windows that allow those inside to enjoy the view of the bustling street outside, while the tinted glass ensures privacy.

As a man dressed in a chef's jacket and apron scurries out from the alleyway, looking fearful, the sound of angry shouting fills the air. A distinctly British voice booms, "AND DON'T BLOODY COME BACK UNTIL YOU CAN MAKE A DECENT BLUEBERRY AND BLACKBERRY COULIS!" The voice echoes through the street, rattling the windows and stopping passersby in their tracks.

On the delivery deck by the trash cans, a broad-shouldered man stands, dressed head to toe in black clothing. His attire includes an apron, pants, boots, and gloves, all of which are immaculately clean and well-tailored, giving him a commanding presence. However, it's the golden mask that covers his face that truly makes him stand out. The skull-shaped mask glimmers in the sunlight, and its intricate details hint at the mysterious figure behind it. He folds his arms over his board chest, grumbling to himself about 'incompetent cooks'.

 Theren leans against her, hissing in pain a bit whenever he shifts.

Nick frowns, and leaps to a nearby rooftop, listening in.

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*yaaay, I cried for like 4 hours last night :D*

Theren is sitting in his room with his knees up to his chest.

Phoenix is outside trying to smoke.

Nick is sitting on the roof looking gloomy.

 Lore sits beside him, hugging him. 

 

Nestled among the shops in town, there stands a striking black brick building that never fails to catch the eye. The walls of the building are adorned with gold mortar, providing a unique contrast that sets it apart from the surrounding buildings. The grandeur of the building is further enhanced by the large bay windows that allow those inside to enjoy the view of the bustling street outside, while the tinted glass ensures privacy.

As a man dressed in a chef's jacket and apron scurries out from the alleyway, looking fearful, the sound of angry shouting fills the air. A distinctly British voice booms, "AND DON'T BLOODY COME BACK UNTIL YOU CAN MAKE A DECENT BLUEBERRY AND BLACKBERRY COULIS!" The voice echoes through the street, rattling the windows and stopping passersby in their tracks.

On the delivery deck by the trash cans, a broad-shouldered man stands, dressed head to toe in black clothing. His attire includes an apron, pants, boots, and gloves, all of which are immaculately clean and well-tailored, giving him a commanding presence. However, it's the golden mask that covers his face that truly makes him stand out. The skull-shaped mask glimmers in the sunlight, and its intricate details hint at the mysterious figure behind it. He folds his arms over his board chest, grumbling to himself about 'incompetent cooks'.

 Theren leans against her, hissing in pain a bit whenever he shifts.

Nick frowns, and leaps to a nearby rooftop, listening in.

 She picks him up and kisses his forehead "Where does it hurt?"

He lifts up the mask a bit and lights a cigarette with a golden lighter. 

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*yaaay, I cried for like 4 hours last night :D*

Theren is sitting in his room with his knees up to his chest.

Phoenix is outside trying to smoke.

Nick is sitting on the roof looking gloomy.

 Lore sits beside him, hugging him. 

 

Nestled among the shops in town, there stands a striking black brick building that never fails to catch the eye. The walls of the building are adorned with gold mortar, providing a unique contrast that sets it apart from the surrounding buildings. The grandeur of the building is further enhanced by the large bay windows that allow those inside to enjoy the view of the bustling street outside, while the tinted glass ensures privacy.

As a man dressed in a chef's jacket and apron scurries out from the alleyway, looking fearful, the sound of angry shouting fills the air. A distinctly British voice booms, "AND DON'T BLOODY COME BACK UNTIL YOU CAN MAKE A DECENT BLUEBERRY AND BLACKBERRY COULIS!" The voice echoes through the street, rattling the windows and stopping passersby in their tracks.

On the delivery deck by the trash cans, a broad-shouldered man stands, dressed head to toe in black clothing. His attire includes an apron, pants, boots, and gloves, all of which are immaculately clean and well-tailored, giving him a commanding presence. However, it's the golden mask that covers his face that truly makes him stand out. The skull-shaped mask glimmers in the sunlight, and its intricate details hint at the mysterious figure behind it. He folds his arms over his board chest, grumbling to himself about 'incompetent cooks'.

 Theren leans against her, hissing in pain a bit whenever he shifts.

Nick frowns, and leaps to a nearby rooftop, listening in.

 She picks him up and kisses his forehead "Where does it hurt?"

He lifts up the mask a bit and lights a cigarette with a golden lighter. 

 "Everywhere..." he mumbles.

"You know smoking's bad for you right?" he calls from the roof.

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*yaaay, I cried for like 4 hours last night :D*

Theren is sitting in his room with his knees up to his chest.

Phoenix is outside trying to smoke.

Nick is sitting on the roof looking gloomy.

 Lore sits beside him, hugging him. 

 

Nestled among the shops in town, there stands a striking black brick building that never fails to catch the eye. The walls of the building are adorned with gold mortar, providing a unique contrast that sets it apart from the surrounding buildings. The grandeur of the building is further enhanced by the large bay windows that allow those inside to enjoy the view of the bustling street outside, while the tinted glass ensures privacy.

As a man dressed in a chef's jacket and apron scurries out from the alleyway, looking fearful, the sound of angry shouting fills the air. A distinctly British voice booms, "AND DON'T BLOODY COME BACK UNTIL YOU CAN MAKE A DECENT BLUEBERRY AND BLACKBERRY COULIS!" The voice echoes through the street, rattling the windows and stopping passersby in their tracks.

On the delivery deck by the trash cans, a broad-shouldered man stands, dressed head to toe in black clothing. His attire includes an apron, pants, boots, and gloves, all of which are immaculately clean and well-tailored, giving him a commanding presence. However, it's the golden mask that covers his face that truly makes him stand out. The skull-shaped mask glimmers in the sunlight, and its intricate details hint at the mysterious figure behind it. He folds his arms over his board chest, grumbling to himself about 'incompetent cooks'.

 Theren leans against her, hissing in pain a bit whenever he shifts.

Nick frowns, and leaps to a nearby rooftop, listening in.

 She picks him up and kisses his forehead "Where does it hurt?"

He lifts up the mask a bit and lights a cigarette with a golden lighter. 

 "Everywhere..." he mumbles.

"You know smoking's bad for you right?" he calls from the roof.

 She casts Heal on him, letting the warm healing energy wash over him. 

"I don't remember bloody askin' you." He grunted, looking up.

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*yaaay, I cried for like 4 hours last night :D*

Theren is sitting in his room with his knees up to his chest.

Phoenix is outside trying to smoke.

Nick is sitting on the roof looking gloomy.

 Lore sits beside him, hugging him. 

 

Nestled among the shops in town, there stands a striking black brick building that never fails to catch the eye. The walls of the building are adorned with gold mortar, providing a unique contrast that sets it apart from the surrounding buildings. The grandeur of the building is further enhanced by the large bay windows that allow those inside to enjoy the view of the bustling street outside, while the tinted glass ensures privacy.

As a man dressed in a chef's jacket and apron scurries out from the alleyway, looking fearful, the sound of angry shouting fills the air. A distinctly British voice booms, "AND DON'T BLOODY COME BACK UNTIL YOU CAN MAKE A DECENT BLUEBERRY AND BLACKBERRY COULIS!" The voice echoes through the street, rattling the windows and stopping passersby in their tracks.

On the delivery deck by the trash cans, a broad-shouldered man stands, dressed head to toe in black clothing. His attire includes an apron, pants, boots, and gloves, all of which are immaculately clean and well-tailored, giving him a commanding presence. However, it's the golden mask that covers his face that truly makes him stand out. The skull-shaped mask glimmers in the sunlight, and its intricate details hint at the mysterious figure behind it. He folds his arms over his board chest, grumbling to himself about 'incompetent cooks'.

 Theren leans against her, hissing in pain a bit whenever he shifts.

Nick frowns, and leaps to a nearby rooftop, listening in.

 She picks him up and kisses his forehead "Where does it hurt?"

He lifts up the mask a bit and lights a cigarette with a golden lighter. 

 "Everywhere..." he mumbles.

"You know smoking's bad for you right?" he calls from the roof.

 She casts Heal on him, letting the warm healing energy wash over him. 

"I don't remember bloody askin' you." He grunted, looking up.

 Most of the wounds heal as Theren sighs in relief.

A golden hand plucks the cigarette out of his mouth and crushes it. "You shouldn't smoke mate."