Lord's Rest Inn

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*Anyone order a Yuan-Ti dommy mommy who can copy people's powers and is an agent of chaos?*

 *Uh yeah I'm gonna leave a $5000 tip*

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*Anyone order a Yuan-Ti dommy mommy who can copy people's powers and is an agent of chaos?*

*me*

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*Anyone order a Yuan-Ti dommy mommy who can copy people's powers and is an agent of chaos?*

 *I definitely didn’t order it, but now I must have it. I a deeply lonely, and I need someone to tell me it’ll be okay.*

A woman, standing a total of 7 feet tall and a few inches, is in the tavern. She is at a table, playing poker with a few men and women it seems. She has light brown skin, like coffee mixed with milk, that is dappled with light blue glowing scales. Her hair is curly, almost an afro on her head made up of dark indigo strands that fade into a lighter ombre effect at the tips. Her eyes are equally as blue, almost like sapphires. Two little fangs poke out of her black lipstick painted lips as she smiles to herself, hiding her cards from sight. She wears a black form fitting crop top that accents her chest, a pair of long dark blue jeans, and a thick belt made of black leather with a gold buckle. She wears multiple rings on her slender fingers, each made of the same material as the buckle. 

She throws a few chips into the pile at the center baring sharp teeth. 

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*Anybody here? If so, have an Australian or two. If you want anyone else, just ask*

Milo is working out outside. He's lifting heavy logs and stuff like that in the forest, seemingly trying to build some bulk on himself despite being absolutely ripped already. He's still got his goggles, but he's changed his outfit to fit the region more, wearing some more open, rain resistant attire that would befit a workout, tight but not restricting movement.

 A rather chubby lizard folk with a wide brimmed chef hat, yellowish green skin, stained clothes, and a pitchfok walks over to Milo

 He stops his workout, looking down at the lizard folk with a friendly smile, recognizing someone who came from farm life, as he did himself "Hello there, mate."

 The chef farmer person replies with a thick German accent, with a hint of Indian and Australian, their voice rather raspy "Hi" 

 "May I ask what your doing next to me workout spot, mate? Not tryin' ta send ya away, just askin', y'know?" He ask, smiling at them.

 "Ah! Tryin' a find some rare of dem creatures" (pronounced like 'creechas' by him) the lizard folk smiles a bit

 “Creatures?” He pronounces it the same way, nodding “I don’t know if there are any of them around here, maybe I can help if ya want.”

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A woman, standing a total of 7 feet tall and a few inches, is in the tavern. She is at a table, playing poker with a few men and women it seems. She has light brown skin, like coffee mixed with milk, that is dappled with light blue glowing scales. Her hair is curly, almost an afro on her head made up of dark indigo strands that fade into a lighter ombre effect at the tips. Her eyes are equally as blue, almost like sapphires. Two little fangs poke out of her black lipstick painted lips as she smiles to herself, hiding her cards from sight. She wears a black form fitting crop top that accents her chest, a pair of long dark blue jeans, and a thick belt made of black leather with a gold buckle. She wears multiple rings on her slender fingers, each made of the same material as the buckle. 

She throws a few chips into the pile at the center baring sharp teeth. 

 Milo watches from another table, wearing his usual steampunk/farmer outfit, his stony freckles prominent as they always are. He was working in a coocoo clock when he noticed them, though he wasn’t seeming to do very well with it, seemingly more strong in body than mind, but he’s trying. He is a similar height, though he holds himself as if he was much smaller and weaker than he really is. He hasn’t yet noticed that he’s staring, a soft blue blush on his grey cheeks as his soft brown eyes watch them play.

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A woman, standing a total of 7 feet tall and a few inches, is in the tavern. She is at a table, playing poker with a few men and women it seems. She has light brown skin, like coffee mixed with milk, that is dappled with light blue glowing scales. Her hair is curly, almost an afro on her head made up of dark indigo strands that fade into a lighter ombre effect at the tips. Her eyes are equally as blue, almost like sapphires. Two little fangs poke out of her black lipstick painted lips as she smiles to herself, hiding her cards from sight. She wears a black form fitting crop top that accents her chest, a pair of long dark blue jeans, and a thick belt made of black leather with a gold buckle. She wears multiple rings on her slender fingers, each made of the same material as the buckle. 

She throws a few chips into the pile at the center baring sharp teeth. 

 Milo watches from another table, wearing his usual steampunk outfit, his stony freckles prominent as they always are. He was working in a coocoo clock when he noticed them, being a similar height, though he holds himself as if he was much smaller and weaker than he really is. He hasn’t yet noticed that he’s staring, a soft blue blush on his grey cheeks as his soft brown eyes watch them play.

 She laughs at something one of the people say before standing up, walking over to the bar. She eyes people as she walks, slipping a few shiny trinkets she likes off of them before smiling at Milo as she passes by and places a heart shaped locket on the table before him. She orders Dragon Tequila before walking back to the table. 

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A woman, standing a total of 7 feet tall and a few inches, is in the tavern. She is at a table, playing poker with a few men and women it seems. She has light brown skin, like coffee mixed with milk, that is dappled with light blue glowing scales. Her hair is curly, almost an afro on her head made up of dark indigo strands that fade into a lighter ombre effect at the tips. Her eyes are equally as blue, almost like sapphires. Two little fangs poke out of her black lipstick painted lips as she smiles to herself, hiding her cards from sight. She wears a black form fitting crop top that accents her chest, a pair of long dark blue jeans, and a thick belt made of black leather with a gold buckle. She wears multiple rings on her slender fingers, each made of the same material as the buckle. 

She throws a few chips into the pile at the center baring sharp teeth. 

 Milo watches from another table, wearing his usual steampunk outfit, his stony freckles prominent as they always are. He was working in a coocoo clock when he noticed them, being a similar height, though he holds himself as if he was much smaller and weaker than he really is. He hasn’t yet noticed that he’s staring, a soft blue blush on his grey cheeks as his soft brown eyes watch them play.

 She laughs at something one of the people say before standing up, walking over to the bar. She eyes people as she walks, slipping a few shiny trinkets she likes off of them before smiling at Milo as she passes by and places a heart shaped locket on the table before him. She orders Dragon Tequila before walking back to the table. 

 He looks down at the locket and the blush spreads just a little more. Morally speaking, he’s mostly against stealing, but he probably can’t do anything about it so he just smiles back at them politely, and just a little bit of generosity back, pays for their drink, ordering his own and moving to watch from closer.

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A woman, standing a total of 7 feet tall and a few inches, is in the tavern. She is at a table, playing poker with a few men and women it seems. She has light brown skin, like coffee mixed with milk, that is dappled with light blue glowing scales. Her hair is curly, almost an afro on her head made up of dark indigo strands that fade into a lighter ombre effect at the tips. Her eyes are equally as blue, almost like sapphires. Two little fangs poke out of her black lipstick painted lips as she smiles to herself, hiding her cards from sight. She wears a black form fitting crop top that accents her chest, a pair of long dark blue jeans, and a thick belt made of black leather with a gold buckle. She wears multiple rings on her slender fingers, each made of the same material as the buckle. 

She throws a few chips into the pile at the center baring sharp teeth. 

 Milo watches from another table, wearing his usual steampunk outfit, his stony freckles prominent as they always are. He was working in a coocoo clock when he noticed them, being a similar height, though he holds himself as if he was much smaller and weaker than he really is. He hasn’t yet noticed that he’s staring, a soft blue blush on his grey cheeks as his soft brown eyes watch them play.

 She laughs at something one of the people say before standing up, walking over to the bar. She eyes people as she walks, slipping a few shiny trinkets she likes off of them before smiling at Milo as she passes by and places a heart shaped locket on the table before him. She orders Dragon Tequila before walking back to the table. 

 He looks down at the locket and the blush spreads just a little more. Morally speaking, he’s mostly against stealing, but he probably can’t do anything about it so he just smiles back at them politely, and just a little bit of generosity back, pays for their drink, ordering his own and moving to watch from closer.