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Re: What Could Possibly Go Wrong? (Loli Defense Force)
"Comin right up!" he said, taking five coins from Alice before departing, first leaving a mug of ale and a room key, and then coming back a minute or so later with a plate of bread and stew. He gestured toward the stairs and said, "You want to go to bed, your room's up there. The number's on the key. You need anything else, flag me down." With that he went back to serving his other customers, leaving Alice to eat at the bar or to take her plate and drink over to a table. The room, while hardly unoccupied, wasn't so crowded that she wasn't able to find a corner to herself. With her dolls still floating around herself, Alice found people getting out the way fairly quickly if she came too near.
There were a number of groups around the tavern common room conversing among one another in low tones, including a group of men in white leather armor in one corner that looked to be far too dark of skin to be local. Another group was composed of satyrs, some clearly highly corrupted by demons and some not so much just yet, who were all crouched around their table rather than sitting at the chairs. A squad of goblins was sitting at the bar, taking up most of it save for the very end, where a lone man in a dark cloak sat, sipping at a flagon of ale, his cloak pulled back to reveal his graying hair and sharp features, as well as the sword hanging from his hip. He was the only person in the room to ignore her completely. A trio of women in bright clothing also sat at the bar, though they were ignoring Alice for the moment, and another group of mostly women wearing dark leather armor sat in one of the booths. Everyone else seemed to be unremarkable as far as the dollmaster could tell.
The food wasn't particularly good, though it also wasn't bad either, and the ale was about the same. Alice was free to go to bed, go take a walk around Acheron in the dead of night, try and talk to someone in the tavern, get some more food or drink, or anything else that she might care to do.
Alice: HP = 16/40, PP = 42, EP = 75/108, Status = Badly Injured, Assembled Swarm of Dolls
"Comin right up!" he said, taking five coins from Alice before departing, first leaving a mug of ale and a room key, and then coming back a minute or so later with a plate of bread and stew. He gestured toward the stairs and said, "You want to go to bed, your room's up there. The number's on the key. You need anything else, flag me down." With that he went back to serving his other customers, leaving Alice to eat at the bar or to take her plate and drink over to a table. The room, while hardly unoccupied, wasn't so crowded that she wasn't able to find a corner to herself. With her dolls still floating around herself, Alice found people getting out the way fairly quickly if she came too near.
There were a number of groups around the tavern common room conversing among one another in low tones, including a group of men in white leather armor in one corner that looked to be far too dark of skin to be local. Another group was composed of satyrs, some clearly highly corrupted by demons and some not so much just yet, who were all crouched around their table rather than sitting at the chairs. A squad of goblins was sitting at the bar, taking up most of it save for the very end, where a lone man in a dark cloak sat, sipping at a flagon of ale, his cloak pulled back to reveal his graying hair and sharp features, as well as the sword hanging from his hip. He was the only person in the room to ignore her completely. A trio of women in bright clothing also sat at the bar, though they were ignoring Alice for the moment, and another group of mostly women wearing dark leather armor sat in one of the booths. Everyone else seemed to be unremarkable as far as the dollmaster could tell.
The food wasn't particularly good, though it also wasn't bad either, and the ale was about the same. Alice was free to go to bed, go take a walk around Acheron in the dead of night, try and talk to someone in the tavern, get some more food or drink, or anything else that she might care to do.
