Felix looks up. "A bit. It's not as warm as I would like. But that's November for you."
Hyacinthe approaches with several fur coats. "Hello, friend! I was wondering if you would like to buy some coats! They are sure to sell before the end of the year!"
"A valid point." he grumbles softly, stroking is mane. "How do you fare other than that?"
"Oh, wow! these look great. How much?"
Felix rolls his soft body until he's sitting up. "I'm okay. Not good, not bad. People have started liking me lately and I'm not sure how I'm supposed to feel about that."
"One silver apiece. They are of decent quality, but I want the people who need them to be able to afford them in a pinch. If I sell for low, you can sell for low, and that means more people can have coats."
The Bounty Hunter is have a smoke behind the Inn, having taking his pitch black mask off, revealing a completely unblemished and unexpected handsome appears. He smiling a cigar and sharpening one of his hand axes.
Sanviento is working on finding a way to get to his brother and Mauric. Currently building a portal, etching runes into stone with a chisel. Not wearing his usual clothes, just in work pants and a T shirt, he’s been out here for hours, just working.
William is in Samaritan's kitchen, taking out any emotions on gutting a fish. He stares blankly as he takes out the bones with a quick wrist. He deposits them in the trash and hands it to one of the skeleton's. He takes off his apron and goes to sit outside.
Home is banging his head against the wall. Hard.
The Nekomata is selling trinkets from people's pasts again.
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
*Night, Yvonne!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I am trying to write up what William's new body looks like and this is what I got so far: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1sUnkQEIMMH2eUlNRAPZWRobrmtPXcw0uTYP9P8mkOR8/edit?usp=drivesdk
The idea is that Samaritan was trying to model it after what he looked like before he was an Archdevil.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*How everybody, sorry for disappearin’ I’m back now. Does anyone want to role play while I am here?*
*Veri ynterestyng*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I have 30 minutes. Impress me.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*You want anyone in particular?*
Felix rolls his soft body until he's sitting up. "I'm okay. Not good, not bad. People have started liking me lately and I'm not sure how I'm supposed to feel about that."
"One silver apiece. They are of decent quality, but I want the people who need them to be able to afford them in a pinch. If I sell for low, you can sell for low, and that means more people can have coats."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Nope. Anyone you want would be great.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Fabulous,*
The Bounty Hunter is have a smoke behind the Inn, having taking his pitch black mask off, revealing a completely unblemished and unexpected handsome appears. He smiling a cigar and sharpening one of his hand axes.
Sanviento is working on finding a way to get to his brother and Mauric. Currently building a portal, etching runes into stone with a chisel. Not wearing his usual clothes, just in work pants and a T shirt, he’s been out here for hours, just working.
*Ah Salem? You interested?*
*You're scaring me dad...*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
William is in Samaritan's kitchen, taking out any emotions on gutting a fish. He stares blankly as he takes out the bones with a quick wrist. He deposits them in the trash and hands it to one of the skeleton's. He takes off his apron and goes to sit outside.
Home is banging his head against the wall. Hard.
The Nekomata is selling trinkets from people's pasts again.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
Antonio is walking around the woods, whistling and humming to himself, spinning his warhammer.
Sanviento walks into the tavern, reading a book on the Celestial realms and how to access them.
Xan is trying on new skirts, bored with his normal appearance.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘