Lord's Rest Inn

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*man, love it when my family doesn't appreciate ****ing anything i do ever*

 *I love what you do :)*

 *I don't think that will stop them from threatening me into obedience, but thanks, that means a lot to me :>*

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*Anywhoozle, I am now back.*

Stroth is sitting in the tavern library, copying her spells into blank spell books so in case she ever needs them, she'll have them. She is dressed in a loose brown sweater, a pair of black leggings, and a pair of socks resembling chicken feet. Her blonde hair is loose around her shoulders, like a golden waterfall. 

Scott is sitting in his room, curled up in his bed. He is tired beyond imagination, so close to closing his eyes but sleep evades him. 

 Jax is putting goofy drawings of himself in every book, including the ones Stroth is working in

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A pure black, shadowy thing, darts about his room. It appears to be shorter, slightly chubby anthro wolf, but it’s eyes are pure white, almost glowing.

 Stroth snarls and snaps her head around, her grin unnatural "I suggest you stop."

Scott jumps up, now fully awake "Christ -!"

 He takes a few steps back, ears pinning a bit. "And why is that?" he asks, picking up the sticky notes he dropped.

"Shhh, hey hey hey, it's all cool, I literally can't hurt you." it says, holding out it's paws. "Been declawed."

 "Because if one spell is messed up, the worst things can happen to a spellbook... And to those around it." She chuckles madly. 

Scott rubs his eyes and calms down, tying back his long black hair. "Who are you?" He mutters

 "Okay.. what kinda spells are ya writing" he says as he ignores her insanity, a quality he's grown accustomed to.

"Salem? Do you... not read?.. I'm like the tooth fairy, the sand man... Saint Nick? Anyway, I was summoned here by your incessant whining, spiritually of course." It says, sitting down in a recliner that was definately not in the room.

 "A bunch of high level spells that only the best can create." She grins, chuckling. 

The room flickers, suddenly they are in a cityscape. It is night and raining. Before them, Scott is no longer himself. The Writer brushes his hair back, chuckling. His sharp teeth glinting. The sweater becomes a brown leather jacket. "I suggest you leave us alone."

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*Anywhoozle, I am now back.*

Stroth is sitting in the tavern library, copying her spells into blank spell books so in case she ever needs them, she'll have them. She is dressed in a loose brown sweater, a pair of black leggings, and a pair of socks resembling chicken feet. Her blonde hair is loose around her shoulders, like a golden waterfall. 

Scott is sitting in his room, curled up in his bed. He is tired beyond imagination, so close to closing his eyes but sleep evades him. 

Julian is outside, conning some couple into buying some cheap plastic jewelry from him. 

 Per the usual, theres a knock on scott's window

 He sighs and opens it "Hi there."

 Tycho smiles, sitting on the window ledge thing, "Hiya scott"

 "What do you want?" He rubs his eyes

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*Anywhoozle, I am now back.*

Stroth is sitting in the tavern library, copying her spells into blank spell books so in case she ever needs them, she'll have them. She is dressed in a loose brown sweater, a pair of black leggings, and a pair of socks resembling chicken feet. Her blonde hair is loose around her shoulders, like a golden waterfall. 

Scott is sitting in his room, curled up in his bed. He is tired beyond imagination, so close to closing his eyes but sleep evades him. 

Julian is outside, conning some couple into buying some cheap plastic jewelry from him. 

 Per the usual, theres a knock on scott's window

 He sighs and opens it "Hi there."

 Tycho smiles, sitting on the window ledge thing, "Hiya scott"

 "What do you want?" He rubs his eyes

 "Just checking in" he tilts his head, "Did i interupt a nap?"

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*Anywhoozle, I am now back.*

Stroth is sitting in the tavern library, copying her spells into blank spell books so in case she ever needs them, she'll have them. She is dressed in a loose brown sweater, a pair of black leggings, and a pair of socks resembling chicken feet. Her blonde hair is loose around her shoulders, like a golden waterfall. 

Scott is sitting in his room, curled up in his bed. He is tired beyond imagination, so close to closing his eyes but sleep evades him. 

Julian is outside, conning some couple into buying some cheap plastic jewelry from him. 

 Per the usual, theres a knock on scott's window

 He sighs and opens it "Hi there."

 Tycho smiles, sitting on the window ledge thing, "Hiya scott"

 "What do you want?" He rubs his eyes

 "Just checking in" he tilts his head, "Did i interupt a nap?"

 "No... I'm fine. Can't get to sleep anyways." He laughs lightly.