Lord's Rest Inn

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*Should I be the worst creature on the planet?*

 *How?*

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 *wait wait wait. food guy. offa tiktok? he's a new yorker*

"O-oh thanks."

 *I saw him and i was like. This man is funny and relatable, perhaps I should make a baker that is based off the idea.*

"Very welcome. Have a good day." He said, walking off

 *I love his content*

Leo looks very confused but happy

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The smell of blood floods the air around the tavern, drowning out anything else to the point of non existence, like a sea of blood had covered everything around it. A figure comes from what seems to be living darkness, rippling like the waves of a turbulent sea on calm endless midnight. The figure seems to be cloaked in these very shadows, moving past people with an unmatched elegance. They take a seat in the corner of the tavern, their own shadows meshing with those of the dark corner. The smell of blood on the figure is most pungent than anywhere else, and yet they smell as pleasant as a fall evening or a spring breeze or the strawberries of a sleepy summer afternoon. All anyone can tell from seeing them slightly is they are unique, and amazing, yet fleeting like the sunrise. He speaks with a voice of silk, ordering an ice water.

 *Does anyone want to deal with a socially awkward vampire?*

 *shore.*

The Baker watches them, his face neutral. He is wearing a red pinstripe suit with a red tie, a black apron over top.

 At the stares the shadowy figure seems to shake. He reaches for his glass of water, his skin paler than anything other than bone itself, even then, his skin may contest that.

 The Baker walks over, setting down a pig blood croissant. The filling on the inside of the croissant is a cherry jam mixed with the proteins from pigs blood.

 At their approach the figure once again shakes, although they look just as shadowy from up close. They take the croissant, draining the filling inside with their now apparent glistening fangs, their voice unstable but smooth “T-thanks.”

 He nods "Of course." He says politely "Hate to see someone go hungry."

 They begin to eat the croissant itself in small bites “How could you tell that I was hungry?” They ask curious.

 He shrugs "I can tell these things." he says.

 “Well then thanks for this.” He soon goes back to his water.

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*Should I be the worst creature on the planet?*

 (What are you going to do)

 *Something terrible.*

 (Neat. Want to rp)

 *In the moment while I make a character die.*

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Garty and the Faceless Flesh are following Honey around in the Bag of Avarice.

Mauric is reviewing a map of the area to find a good wedding venue.

Loriche is down in Threksos’s old tomb, examining some of the forgotten artifacts down there.

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 Honey is in her little tent, making necklaces.

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Garty and the Faceless Flesh are following Honey around in the Bag of Avarice.

Mauric is reviewing a map of the area to find a good wedding venue.

Loriche is down in Threksos’s old tomb, examining some of the forgotten artifacts down there.

*others available upon request*

 *Do you want to deal with any of my characters?*