Duncan starts silently stressing out behind the counter about the hygiene of the wet rat on the half-elf's shoulder, mostly ignoring his brother's chitchat. He is also stressing about the fact he has no drinks to serve to people under their species' drinking age.
Avasan approaches Duncan
Duncan timidly shoos away his brother's chitchat as Avasan aproaches. His brother, whom I shall now call Grishkin, pokes Duncan in the belly.
Avasan grimaces and starts signing again.
"Water. Please. Chicken?"
Duncan is immediately befuddled at the gestures, as he barely knows sign language except from a few hand signals from his short time in the militia and his deaf auntie. But he knows just enough. However, he knows minor when he sees one.
I'm just some geek that loves stuff like Rain World, Hollow Knight, Bob's Burgers, Marvel, DnD, and LoTR. I would never punch someone, and I love my family.
Also, shout-out to my dog. He's not disabled or almost died or anything, but I love him very much. Yes, ShmexyBunsenBurner is infact tight with me.
Duncan starts silently stressing out behind the counter about the hygiene of the wet rat on the half-elf's shoulder, mostly ignoring his brother's chitchat. He is also stressing about the fact he has no drinks to serve to people under their species' drinking age.
Avasan approaches Duncan
Duncan timidly shoos away his brother's chitchat as Avasan aproaches. His brother, whom I shall now call Grishkin, pokes Duncan in the belly.
Avasan grimaces and starts signing again.
"Water. Please. Chicken?"
Duncan is immediately befuddled at the gestures, as he barely knows sign language except from a few hand signals from his short time in the militia and his deaf auntie. But he knows just enough. However, he knows minor when he sees one.
"With what valuables?"
"Hungry... Can work. You need work?"
He grabs a piece of paper from his pocket after signing this and writes it down as well.
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Duncan starts silently stressing out behind the counter about the hygiene of the wet rat on the half-elf's shoulder, mostly ignoring his brother's chitchat. He is also stressing about the fact he has no drinks to serve to people under their species' drinking age.
Avasan approaches Duncan
Duncan timidly shoos away his brother's chitchat as Avasan aproaches. His brother, whom I shall now call Grishkin, pokes Duncan in the belly.
Avasan grimaces and starts signing again.
"Water. Please. Chicken?"
Duncan is immediately befuddled at the gestures, as he barely knows sign language except from a few hand signals from his short time in the militia and his deaf auntie. But he knows just enough. However, he knows minor when he sees one.
"With what valuables?"
"Hungry... Can work. You need work?"
He grabs a piece of paper from his pocket after signing this and writes it down as well.
*What language does he write in?*
Duncan looks around, clearly contemplating the idea of child labor from a ten year old strapped with two swords and a spear.
"Well, Jamie took the day off. You can go cook a chicken with a little help from someone, and then wash dishes for an hour."
He then opens the small gate door on the far side of the counter and pulls out a chicken leg from the pantry, holding it out.
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I'm just some geek that loves stuff like Rain World, Hollow Knight, Bob's Burgers, Marvel, DnD, and LoTR. I would never punch someone, and I love my family.
Also, shout-out to my dog. He's not disabled or almost died or anything, but I love him very much. Yes, ShmexyBunsenBurner is infact tight with me.
Duncan starts silently stressing out behind the counter about the hygiene of the wet rat on the half-elf's shoulder, mostly ignoring his brother's chitchat. He is also stressing about the fact he has no drinks to serve to people under their species' drinking age.
Avasan approaches Duncan
Duncan timidly shoos away his brother's chitchat as Avasan aproaches. His brother, whom I shall now call Grishkin, pokes Duncan in the belly.
Avasan grimaces and starts signing again.
"Water. Please. Chicken?"
Duncan is immediately befuddled at the gestures, as he barely knows sign language except from a few hand signals from his short time in the militia and his deaf auntie. But he knows just enough. However, he knows minor when he sees one.
"With what valuables?"
"Hungry... Can work. You need work?"
He grabs a piece of paper from his pocket after signing this and writes it down as well.
*What language does he write in?*
Duncan looks around, clearly contemplating the idea of child labor from a ten year old strapped with two swords and a spear.
"Well, Jamie took the day off. You can go cook a chicken with a little help from someone, and then wash dishes for an hour."
He then opens the small gate door on the far side of the counter and pulls out a chicken leg from the pantry, holding it out.
*Common.*
He nods in thanks and steps inside.
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Duncan starts silently stressing out behind the counter about the hygiene of the wet rat on the half-elf's shoulder, mostly ignoring his brother's chitchat. He is also stressing about the fact he has no drinks to serve to people under their species' drinking age.
Avasan approaches Duncan
Duncan timidly shoos away his brother's chitchat as Avasan aproaches. His brother, whom I shall now call Grishkin, pokes Duncan in the belly.
Avasan grimaces and starts signing again.
"Water. Please. Chicken?"
Duncan is immediately befuddled at the gestures, as he barely knows sign language except from a few hand signals from his short time in the militia and his deaf auntie. But he knows just enough. However, he knows minor when he sees one.
"With what valuables?"
"Hungry... Can work. You need work?"
He grabs a piece of paper from his pocket after signing this and writes it down as well.
*What language does he write in?*
Duncan looks around, clearly contemplating the idea of child labor from a ten year old strapped with two swords and a spear.
"Well, Jamie took the day off. You can go cook a chicken with a little help from someone, and then wash dishes for an hour."
He then opens the small gate door on the far side of the counter and pulls out a chicken leg from the pantry, holding it out.
*Common.*
He nods in thanks and steps inside.
Duncan lays the large chicken leg onto a grill tray before putting it into a brick oven.
He then tugs on the collar of his short sleeved pale green tunic at the thought of child labor.
I'm just some geek that loves stuff like Rain World, Hollow Knight, Bob's Burgers, Marvel, DnD, and LoTR. I would never punch someone, and I love my family.
Also, shout-out to my dog. He's not disabled or almost died or anything, but I love him very much. Yes, ShmexyBunsenBurner is infact tight with me.
Duncan starts silently stressing out behind the counter about the hygiene of the wet rat on the half-elf's shoulder, mostly ignoring his brother's chitchat. He is also stressing about the fact he has no drinks to serve to people under their species' drinking age.
Avasan approaches Duncan
Duncan timidly shoos away his brother's chitchat as Avasan aproaches. His brother, whom I shall now call Grishkin, pokes Duncan in the belly.
Avasan grimaces and starts signing again.
"Water. Please. Chicken?"
Duncan is immediately befuddled at the gestures, as he barely knows sign language except from a few hand signals from his short time in the militia and his deaf auntie. But he knows just enough. However, he knows minor when he sees one.
"With what valuables?"
"Hungry... Can work. You need work?"
He grabs a piece of paper from his pocket after signing this and writes it down as well.
*What language does he write in?*
Duncan looks around, clearly contemplating the idea of child labor from a ten year old strapped with two swords and a spear.
"Well, Jamie took the day off. You can go cook a chicken with a little help from someone, and then wash dishes for an hour."
He then opens the small gate door on the far side of the counter and pulls out a chicken leg from the pantry, holding it out.
*Common.*
He nods in thanks and steps inside.
Duncan lays the large chicken leg onto a grill tray before putting it into a brick oven.
He then tugs on the collar of his short sleeved pale green tunic at the thought of child labor.
He quickly gets to work with a familiar expertise, as if he has been cooking for a long time. In a few minutes, the chicken is done, crispy and golden.
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Duncan is immediately befuddled at the gestures, as he barely knows sign language except from a few hand signals from his short time in the militia and his deaf auntie. But he knows just enough. However, he knows minor when he sees one.
"With what valuables?"
I'm just some geek that loves stuff like Rain World, Hollow Knight, Bob's Burgers, Marvel, DnD, and LoTR. I would never punch someone, and I love my family.
Also, shout-out to my dog. He's not disabled or almost died or anything, but I love him very much. Yes, ShmexyBunsenBurner is infact tight with me.
"Hungry... Can work. You need work?"
He grabs a piece of paper from his pocket after signing this and writes it down as well.
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!
*What language does he write in?*
Duncan looks around, clearly contemplating the idea of child labor from a ten year old strapped with two swords and a spear.
"Well, Jamie took the day off. You can go cook a chicken with a little help from someone, and then wash dishes for an hour."
He then opens the small gate door on the far side of the counter and pulls out a chicken leg from the pantry, holding it out.
I'm just some geek that loves stuff like Rain World, Hollow Knight, Bob's Burgers, Marvel, DnD, and LoTR. I would never punch someone, and I love my family.
Also, shout-out to my dog. He's not disabled or almost died or anything, but I love him very much. Yes, ShmexyBunsenBurner is infact tight with me.
*Common.*
He nods in thanks and steps inside.
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!
Duncan lays the large chicken leg onto a grill tray before putting it into a brick oven.
He then tugs on the collar of his short sleeved pale green tunic at the thought of child labor.
I'm just some geek that loves stuff like Rain World, Hollow Knight, Bob's Burgers, Marvel, DnD, and LoTR. I would never punch someone, and I love my family.
Also, shout-out to my dog. He's not disabled or almost died or anything, but I love him very much. Yes, ShmexyBunsenBurner is infact tight with me.
He quickly gets to work with a familiar expertise, as if he has been cooking for a long time. In a few minutes, the chicken is done, crispy and golden.
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!