Lord's Rest Inn

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 She takes on shot after another, leaning back in her chair "No no seriously! You are... Interesting? Is that the right word?"

"Heh.. I'm not wise.." she said, fidgeting with her rings "Just know a thing or two.."

 He chuckles again, still hiccupping "I don't- Hic- know. You're more cool than me, you're a -Hic- [gp]in' archdevil. I'm just some guy."

He holds her tight "You're wise and smart and pretty, I should write a song about you."

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 "I don't see why not. You gonna ask for something in trade?"

“Of course not. I’m hospitable, aren’t I?”

 "No idea, but I'll take your word for it. After all, you've accepted everything I've said so far." They pick up a fillet and take a bite.

“Accepted but not trusted. You could be anybody under there, same as I.” His scales fall off and reveal a perfect replica of Charlie.

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 "Cute." They play with her for a bit. "Maybe it would be better for you to remain intoxicated for a while. That way you won't mess with my plans as much. Safer this way."

 She bites their arm, not digging into the flesh of breaking the skin, a play bite like his arm is the thing she must take down. She giggles a bit.

 She gets the impression that their Spiritual Armor would protect them even if she really was trying, which, given Stroth's teeth and jaws, is a concerning prospect.

"You're like the world's most great and terrible kitten, aren't you? You've got a lot of good deep down. Well, not good, but something other than evil. Innocence, I would say. You don't understand your actions any more than your foes do."

 *Not Innocence, more a lack of understanding between right and wrong.*

She makes a noise like a dog squeaky toy, giggling 

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“Well, once I left Cordon Bleu, I learned druidic arts in Massif Central from a druidic circle called the Rowan Ring. I used the magic I learned to enhance my abilities in cooking and also help with hunting. But they kind of, ah… kicked me out. So my use of metal armor was meant to signify my disorder to the old ways.”

It just barely misses. Klei backs away quickly, terrified.

 He nods a long, trying his  best to listen along with the monologue "That sounds like there is more to that story than you told me, but I don't need to know all that, its in the past now anyway. It's good to keep a momento though."

 He curses loudly "Dang I've gotten rusty, wherever you are, either stop hidin' now, or I'll find ya the hard way."

“Yeah. Also it’s just good armor. But I’m saying goodbye to those days. I used to be a very different man once…”

Klei begins running.

 "We all used to be different people a long time ago, if you can believe it I used to be a pirate. That's where I learned to cook."

 He hears the running and begins sprinting after them. *Opposed Dex checks to see if he catches them?*

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*that's it, that's the head canon. Stroth, when drunk, is just a cat.*

 *That makes this scene with Sparrow a lot funnier.*

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 The Demon chuckles. "I've heard quite the horror stories about you from the spirits. An exorcist, a summoner, a, dare I say it... occultist. Welcome home, dear friend. How long we've all been waiting."

 He grins slightly "So my reputation proceeds me, interesting. Unfortunately yours does not proceed you well enough for me to know who you are. I hate to ask, but who might you be?"

 "I have many names, much like you. Most of them are inaccurate and irrelevant, so you should probably call me Charlie. For the sake of clarity, I am sometimes called Executor, Panopticon, or even Butcher. But I am an occultist, much like you. I study my kin, the Spectres, and have specialized in curses for a long time. I've discovered how to turn banes into blessings, and how to destroy evil spirits instead of just banishing them. Unfortunately, my research is frequently stolen and misused. I made a lot of the standard occult practices relating to curses and Spectres, not that my name is on any of them."

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*Here are characters.*

Stroth is lying on the roof, drunk out of her mind. She giggles a bit, which would be cute if it weren't so darn demonic.

Allison is outside, mending a tear in her skirt. She is rumbling about how she should've just learned the cantrip to fix it but didn't.

Alix is humming to himself while eating his third lunch of the day.

Loriche is making her way through the outermost layer of wood and sees Allison. She casts mending at her.

 Allison hisses in surprise as the cloth mends itself, looking around, now a bit confused.

Loriche waves from the tree line and starts to continue on her way.

 She raises a brow but waves nonetheless.

Loriche heads over to her. “Sorry. Probably shouldn’t have meddled. I didn’t mean to trouble you in any way.”

 "No no, it’s fine. I thank you for it actually because it would've taken me hours to fix it."

“You’re welcome. I’m Loriche va Bental, by the way.”

 "Allison Vanderguard, a pleasure to meet you." She bows "I wish I would've learned that magic if I am being honest.. seems useful beyond imagine."