The Sphinx of Morning: The Killing Floor

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 “Maybe I’ll take a bite. You have no control here,”

"I am not an idiot, mage. Nobody would destroy such a tome without looking through it. I also know you did not help the specimen selflessly, so why did you?"

 He rips out the first page and shoves it into his mouth. “I have no use for your spellbook, and therefore don’t respect it.”

"Then eat all of it. I have copies, they're just annoying to obtain."

 “Where are they?”

"Why would I tell you that?"

 “Because I assume you don’t like pain too much. Let’s start a little simpler then. How many are there?”

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 “Maybe I’ll take a bite. You have no control here,”

"I am not an idiot, mage. Nobody would destroy such a tome without looking through it. I also know you did not help the specimen selflessly, so why did you?"

 He rips out the first page and shoves it into his mouth. “I have no use for your spellbook, and therefore don’t respect it.”

"Then eat all of it. I have copies, they're just annoying to obtain."

 “Where are they?”

"Why would I tell you that?"

 "because we can make you. I have various forms of mind control at my disposal, I'm sure dey can do something useful, and cesspanon, when they get back, can be very creative"

"Of course you can make me, but would you ever be able to access them?"

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A little strugel with coffee-stained fur, black markings, and one tired eye (their right) is selling donuts and fresh-brewed coffee drinks at a little stand. He's got a myriad of syrups and toppings for the treats, and an advanced-looking contraption with different nozzles labeled with different brews, including a simple "Espresso Mode."

Fives walks up. "What is a do-nut? They're mentioned on your menu."

 "They're little tori of fried dough with frosting and sugar. They're soft, and sometimes they're shaped more like patties or rods and filled with things like jelly or cream. You can get sprinkles and such. They're really cool. You got taste buds?" He uses a pair of tongs to place a piece of parchment paper on a glazed donut and pick it up. "They're a copper apiece."

"No, but I may know someone who wants one." They deposit one copper piece on the counter.

*Plain glazed donuts are amazing when they're fresh*

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 “Maybe I’ll take a bite. You have no control here,”

"I am not an idiot, mage. Nobody would destroy such a tome without looking through it. I also know you did not help the specimen selflessly, so why did you?"

 He rips out the first page and shoves it into his mouth. “I have no use for your spellbook, and therefore don’t respect it.”

"Then eat all of it. I have copies, they're just annoying to obtain."

 “Where are they?”

"Why would I tell you that?"

 “Because I assume you don’t like pain too much. Let’s start a little simpler then. How many are there?”

"Nobody does enjoy pain. Some tolerate it better than others. I have one spellbook for every world on the material plane."

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 "Well, you don't seem like a snob, so I'll get you something simple. Sweet sound good?" He begins working the machine, climbing it to reach the small wooden drawers holding ingredients. "And how do you feel about milk?"

 “Y-yes. What kind of milk?”

 "I have cow, frer-awk, soy, almond, and oat." He shows her the bottles as he mentions them. Frer-awks seem to be some sort of large harrier bird. "I'm partial to oat myself. It foams up like cow milk when you whip it, and it's a bit more... viscous. Like, it's not as sweet, but it's got this collagen-like texture that coats your mouth. Creamy and refreshing at the same time. Not sure how they managed that." He chuckles a little bit. "I, uh, wanted to get more exotic milks, but I got nowhere to store them, and they wouldn't sell well enough to justify removing any of the kinds I got."

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 “Maybe I’ll take a bite. You have no control here,”

"I am not an idiot, mage. Nobody would destroy such a tome without looking through it. I also know you did not help the specimen selflessly, so why did you?"

 He rips out the first page and shoves it into his mouth. “I have no use for your spellbook, and therefore don’t respect it.”

"Then eat all of it. I have copies, they're just annoying to obtain."

 “Where are they?”

"Why would I tell you that?"

 “Because I assume you don’t like pain too much. Let’s start a little simpler then. How many are there?”

"Nobody does enjoy pain. Some tolerate it better than others. I have one spellbook for every world on the material plane."

 “Holy sh¡t. Well I guess I’ll just have to make sure you never escape to use them. Why are you hunting 084?”

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 "Well, you don't seem like a snob, so I'll get you something simple. Sweet sound good?" He begins working the machine, climbing it to reach the small wooden drawers holding ingredients. "And how do you feel about milk?"

 “Y-yes. What kind of milk?”

 "I have cow, frer-awk, soy, almond, and oat." He shows her the bottles as he mentions them. Frer-awks seem to be some sort of large harrier bird. "I'm partial to oat myself. It foams up like cow milk when you whip it, and it's a bit more... viscous. Like, it's not as sweet, but it's got this collagen-like texture that coats your mouth. Creamy and refreshing at the same time. Not sure how they managed that." He chuckles a little bit. "I, uh, wanted to get more exotic milks, but I got nowhere to store them, and they wouldn't sell well enough to justify removing any of the kinds I got."

 “You’ve convinced me on oat milk. Let’s do that.”

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 “Maybe I’ll take a bite. You have no control here,”

"I am not an idiot, mage. Nobody would destroy such a tome without looking through it. I also know you did not help the specimen selflessly, so why did you?"

 He rips out the first page and shoves it into his mouth. “I have no use for your spellbook, and therefore don’t respect it.”

"Then eat all of it. I have copies, they're just annoying to obtain."

 “Where are they?”

"Why would I tell you that?"

 “Because I assume you don’t like pain too much. Let’s start a little simpler then. How many are there?”

"Nobody does enjoy pain. Some tolerate it better than others. I have one spellbook for every world on the material plane."

 “Holy sh¡t. Well I guess I’ll just have to make sure you never escape to use them. Why are you hunting 084?”

"It belongs to us. It was never meant to escape. Return it to us, and we will give you whatever you desire."

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 “Maybe I’ll take a bite. You have no control here,”

"I am not an idiot, mage. Nobody would destroy such a tome without looking through it. I also know you did not help the specimen selflessly, so why did you?"

 He rips out the first page and shoves it into his mouth. “I have no use for your spellbook, and therefore don’t respect it.”

"Then eat all of it. I have copies, they're just annoying to obtain."

 “Where are they?”

"Why would I tell you that?"

 “Because I assume you don’t like pain too much. Let’s start a little simpler then. How many are there?”

"Nobody does enjoy pain. Some tolerate it better than others. I have one spellbook for every world on the material plane."

 “Holy sh¡t. Well I guess I’ll just have to make sure you never escape to use them. Why are you hunting 084?”

"It belongs to us. It was never meant to escape. Return it to us, and we will give you whatever you desire."

 “How intelligent is it?”

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 "They're little tori of fried dough with frosting and sugar. They're soft, and sometimes they're shaped more like patties or rods and filled with things like jelly or cream. You can get sprinkles and such. They're really cool. You got taste buds?" He uses a pair of tongs to place a piece of parchment paper on a glazed donut and pick it up. "They're a copper apiece."

"No, but I may know someone who wants one." They deposit one copper piece on the counter.

*Plain glazed donuts are amazing when they're fresh*

 *I've never had the opportunity, unfortunately. This little guy fries them on site, however.*

He places the donut into a little paper bag. "This should keep it relatively warm. The guards I serve never complain about it getting cold, at least."

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 "They're little tori of fried dough with frosting and sugar. They're soft, and sometimes they're shaped more like patties or rods and filled with things like jelly or cream. You can get sprinkles and such. They're really cool. You got taste buds?" He uses a pair of tongs to place a piece of parchment paper on a glazed donut and pick it up. "They're a copper apiece."

"No, but I may know someone who wants one." They deposit one copper piece on the counter.

*Plain glazed donuts are amazing when they're fresh*

 *I've never had the opportunity, unfortunately. This little guy fries them on site, however.*

He places the donut into a little paper bag. "This should keep it relatively warm. The guards I serve never complain about it getting cold, at least."

"Thank you."

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 “Maybe I’ll take a bite. You have no control here,”

"I am not an idiot, mage. Nobody would destroy such a tome without looking through it. I also know you did not help the specimen selflessly, so why did you?"

 He rips out the first page and shoves it into his mouth. “I have no use for your spellbook, and therefore don’t respect it.”

"Then eat all of it. I have copies, they're just annoying to obtain."

 “Where are they?”

"Why would I tell you that?"

 “Because I assume you don’t like pain too much. Let’s start a little simpler then. How many are there?”

"Nobody does enjoy pain. Some tolerate it better than others. I have one spellbook for every world on the material plane."

 “Holy sh¡t. Well I guess I’ll just have to make sure you never escape to use them. Why are you hunting 084?”

"It belongs to us. It was never meant to escape. Return it to us, and we will give you whatever you desire."

 “How intelligent is it?”

"The true bounds of its intellect have not yet been found. It was not supposed to be able to escape its containment. The fact that it has, it implies the specimen has evolved beyond its original forms. The knowledge that could be gleaned from it-" The elf seems to realize she's babbling, and shuts up.

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 "I have cow, frer-awk, soy, almond, and oat." He shows her the bottles as he mentions them. Frer-awks seem to be some sort of large harrier bird. "I'm partial to oat myself. It foams up like cow milk when you whip it, and it's a bit more... viscous. Like, it's not as sweet, but it's got this collagen-like texture that coats your mouth. Creamy and refreshing at the same time. Not sure how they managed that." He chuckles a little bit. "I, uh, wanted to get more exotic milks, but I got nowhere to store them, and they wouldn't sell well enough to justify removing any of the kinds I got."

 “You’ve convinced me on oat milk. Let’s do that.”

 "Awesome. Last question..." He climbs down and begins to brew some espresso. "Chocolate, vanilla, or pumpkin spice?"

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 *I've never had the opportunity, unfortunately. This little guy fries them on site, however.*

He places the donut into a little paper bag. "This should keep it relatively warm. The guards I serve never complain about it getting cold, at least."

"Thank you."

 He bows his head. "Thank you for being such a great customer." He sips a cup of coffee. A nearby trash can is overflowing with paper cups, all labeled 'Porter,' like the one in his hand.

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"Why would I tell you that?"

 “Because I assume you don’t like pain too much. Let’s start a little simpler then. How many are there?”

"Nobody does enjoy pain. Some tolerate it better than others. I have one spellbook for every world on the material plane."

 “Holy sh¡t. Well I guess I’ll just have to make sure you never escape to use them. Why are you hunting 084?”

"It belongs to us. It was never meant to escape. Return it to us, and we will give you whatever you desire."

 “How intelligent is it?”

"The true bounds of its intellect have not yet been found. It was not supposed to be able to escape its containment. The fact that it has, it implies the specimen has evolved beyond its original forms. The knowledge that could be gleaned from it-" The elf seems to realize she's babbling, and shuts up.

 “The way it’s acting implies that you were mistreating it, and since it’s intelligence has evolved so far, it’s protected by the Intelligent Creature rights acts established on several planets.”

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 "I have cow, frer-awk, soy, almond, and oat." He shows her the bottles as he mentions them. Frer-awks seem to be some sort of large harrier bird. "I'm partial to oat myself. It foams up like cow milk when you whip it, and it's a bit more... viscous. Like, it's not as sweet, but it's got this collagen-like texture that coats your mouth. Creamy and refreshing at the same time. Not sure how they managed that." He chuckles a little bit. "I, uh, wanted to get more exotic milks, but I got nowhere to store them, and they wouldn't sell well enough to justify removing any of the kinds I got."

 “You’ve convinced me on oat milk. Let’s do that.”

 "Awesome. Last question..." He climbs down and begins to brew some espresso. "Chocolate, vanilla, or pumpkin spice?"

 “Vai…nilla.”

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 "Awesome. Last question..." He climbs down and begins to brew some espresso. "Chocolate, vanilla, or pumpkin spice?"

 “Vai…nilla.”

 He nods and makes her a vanilla oat milk latte. "This'll be three copper, if you're good for it."

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 "Awesome. Last question..." He climbs down and begins to brew some espresso. "Chocolate, vanilla, or pumpkin spice?"

 “Vai…nilla.”

 He nods and makes her a vanilla oat milk latte. "This'll be three copper, if you're good for it."

 She pulls out a small purse and slides the coins across the table, as well as a tip of another one.

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 He nods and makes her a vanilla oat milk latte. "This'll be three copper, if you're good for it."

 She pulls out a small purse and slides the coins across the table, as well as a tip of another one.

 He bows his head, counting the coins with his one eye as he does so. "Thank you very much, ma'am. I hope to see you again soon. Have a pleasant rest of your day."