Lord's Rest Inn

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Sylvan is writing a letter.

Cerberus is beating an angry Ternikus at Dragonchess.

Red Raven is talking to an elderly man with white clothing, a puffy beard, and a staff of lightning and thunder.

 The Grim Sweeper approaches Sylvan. WHAT ARE YOU DOING? He asks.

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Otter is beating dragonborn at arm wrestling.

Atlas has walked in and is watching Otter (his brother) beating dragonborn at feats of strength.

Dub-Dub is running around bringing people their drinks.

 A very shady figure in a Trenchcoat approaches the arm wrestlers and watches them closely.

 Otter flips a 300 pound body builder over his 80 ounce self and shouts “GREETINGS SUS DUDE WASS HAPPENIN”

 “Hey fella’, you got a strong arm there.” He looks around conspiratorially, then whispers, “Would you like to buy or sell one?”

 “Buy what?”

 He opens his Trenchcoat to reveal many arms hanging inside of it. Green arms, blue arms, clawed arms, robotic arms. Big arms, little arms, hairy arms and scary arms. “You see,” he says in his hoarse voice, “I am an Arms Dealer.” He pulls out a hand coated in wax. Each finger points up and has a wick as if they were candles. “This here is called a hand of glory. Hold it and most doors are no longer barriers and place it on the threshold of a house and all its occupants are instantly immobilized. I can sell it to you for a good price.” He grins showing several golden teeth.

 

 “No thanks”

 “You sure? I got some high quality merchandise right here. Plenty of crawling claws and a multitude of varieties.” He motions to his wares as he says this and you notice that one of his hands is red in color, muscular, and clawed, while the other hand is green and slim, with long slender fingers.

 Atlas steps forward. “Do you have nautical instuments?” Otter chimes in “Do you?!”

 He stops looking confused for a moment, but he is a salesman and will never pass up the opportunity to sell his wares so he says, "Um... Right here is the powerful, tattooed arm of a pirate." He pulls it out for you to examine, "Through several well placed curs...I mean charms the fingers on this fantastic hand will always point north." He pulls out another arm, this one bluish in color with webbed fingers, " Write here is the arm of a triton. Buy it and I can attach it to you for half price! Imagine being able to cut through the water as fast as one of those fishy folk!" Then another hand comes out, " This one is the arm of a drowned sailor. It once belonged to a mutineer but the ship crashed later on killing the whole crew. Take this one on board, and it... do away with any troublesome captains." His smile widens. He also pulls out a squid tentacle and a large lobster claw saying that he can replace one of your current arms with them. The Arms Dealer then sets all the dismembered appendages out on the table for you to examine. One of the arms begins to creep away but he quickly pulls it back to its place.

“…” “Yeah no thanks.”

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Sylvan is writing a letter.

Cerberus is beating an angry Ternikus at Dragonchess.

Red Raven is talking to an elderly man with white clothing, a puffy beard, and a staff of lightning and thunder.

 The Grim Sweeper approaches Sylvan. WHAT ARE YOU DOING? He asks.

 Dub-Dub runs up. “Anything I can get for you beings?”

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Otter is beating dragonborn at arm wrestling.

Atlas has walked in and is watching Otter (his brother) beating dragonborn at feats of strength.

Dub-Dub is running around bringing people their drinks.

 A very shady figure in a Trenchcoat approaches the arm wrestlers and watches them closely.

 Otter flips a 300 pound body builder over his 80 ounce self and shouts “GREETINGS SUS DUDE WASS HAPPENIN”

 “Hey fella’, you got a strong arm there.” He looks around conspiratorially, then whispers, “Would you like to buy or sell one?”

 “Buy what?”

 He opens his Trenchcoat to reveal many arms hanging inside of it. Green arms, blue arms, clawed arms, robotic arms. Big arms, little arms, hairy arms and scary arms. “You see,” he says in his hoarse voice, “I am an Arms Dealer.” He pulls out a hand coated in wax. Each finger points up and has a wick as if they were candles. “This here is called a hand of glory. Hold it and most doors are no longer barriers and place it on the threshold of a house and all its occupants are instantly immobilized. I can sell it to you for a good price.” He grins showing several golden teeth.

 

 “No thanks”

 “You sure? I got some high quality merchandise right here. Plenty of crawling claws and a multitude of varieties.” He motions to his wares as he says this and you notice that one of his hands is red in color, muscular, and clawed, while the other hand is green and slim, with long slender fingers.

 Atlas steps forward. “Do you have nautical instuments?” Otter chimes in “Do you?!”

 He stops looking confused for a moment, but he is a salesman and will never pass up the opportunity to sell his wares so he says, "Um... Right here is the powerful, tattooed arm of a pirate." He pulls it out for you to examine, "Through several well placed curs...I mean charms the fingers on this fantastic hand will always point north." He pulls out another arm, this one bluish in color with webbed fingers, " Write here is the arm of a triton. Buy it and I can attach it to you for half price! Imagine being able to cut through the water as fast as one of those fishy folk!" Then another hand comes out, " This one is the arm of a drowned sailor. It once belonged to a mutineer but the ship crashed later on killing the whole crew. Take this one on board, and it... do away with any troublesome captains." His smile widens. He also pulls out a squid tentacle and a large lobster claw saying that he can replace one of your current arms with them. The Arms Dealer then sets all the dismembered appendages out on the table for you to examine. One of the arms begins to creep away but he quickly pulls it back to its place.

“…” “Yeah no thanks.”

 “If you say so, but if you ever need a hand, I’ll be around” The Arms Dealer heads off into a dimly lit corner to stand and look seedy.

*Sorry about all my weird characters.*

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Sylvan is writing a letter.

Cerberus is beating an angry Ternikus at Dragonchess.

Red Raven is talking to an elderly man with white clothing, a puffy beard, and a staff of lightning and thunder.

 The Grim Sweeper approaches Sylvan. WHAT ARE YOU DOING? He asks.

 Dub-Dub runs up. “Anything I can get for you beings?”