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Ellie Dalton "You ready for this Ains?" asks Ellie with a grin. Ainsley snorts. "I may not be a scrav like yerself Ellie, but Da Dalton didn't raise no wiltin' lillies," she responds haughtily. "He sure didn't," Ellie agrees, grin widening as she heads towards the newly formed fissure. As...

Heh... hold my beer.

OPTIONS: You've made your choice, act the host. Leave the Inn through the door in the basement. While in the kitchen, make yourself clear to Rita. Write in.

Briefly, you consider fleeing. Just running away, one leg in front of the other until all of this... badness is behind you. But you can't. This is your inn. Your village. If it doesn't have you, it doesn't have anybody. That settles it. Gritting your teeth (as quietly as possible mind), you...

OPTIONS: "Huh..." Consider this. "Uh... but why both?" "Wait, if you're making so much money, then how come I'm paying for dinner?" Write in~

I hesitated. Granted, I didn't have a whole load of reasons not to join the Protectorate. But those reasons... they were big reasons. Human clones were pretty illegal after all. I was going to try and sidestep the question when I realised that Jeweler had done the same. "We- Hey wait a second...

@Jaye It's okay, I've hardly been all that up to date with this myself. Alternating being busy with stuff, bouts of laziness, and personal problems. Ah, life. But yeah, I'll take control of Lott for a little bit and have them bow out. As for @PixelWitch, roll 2d6, and add your Protect you it...

OPTIONS: Act as if nothing is happening, continue cleaning. Leave the Inn through the door in the basement. Ask if anyone would like some sweetbreads for the desert, and help yourself. Write in.

Despite DuChamp's worried stares, you can't help but feel curious about whatever he said his "wares" were. He distinctly used the word "them". The implication leaves a cold weight pulling at the bottom of your stomach. You don't know why. Carefully, you pick up your mostly empty plate...

OPTIONS: "Well..." Spill your guts, tell the truth. "Hey, I asked you first!" "Egh... Can we not? Like... right now at least?" Write in~

"Wow, you really did your research on these guys," I comment as we walk. Jeweler makes a non-committal snort. "Eh, not really," "So, wait, if Protectorate tinkers really do make uh... "mad bank", how come you're working in Toybox instead?" A sly glance is thrown my way. "A good question is...

OPTIONS: Inquir as to what's going on. Excuse yourself from the table, go hide. Ignore it, try and remain unobtrusive, but ask Maeve to go check out on the men outside. Write in.

"That's nice. I'm Miss Lucy, of the Ashen Witch Inn. I made the stew that's filling your belly." You lay on the sickly sweet tone, and DuChamp's foul expression deepens. Quickly, it slides off his face, and he puts his nose in the air. A glare is momentarily directed at Nate, as if daring him...

I'll dig around, see if I can find them, then PM them to folks. The thirty days thing kinda busts my whole continue with my quests thing. They're locked until I gt permissions again...

Balls. I can fix everything, or I could if I had permission. The site's permissions n' stuff are understandibly still a bit of a horrucks.