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Torka laughed a little and downed her second shot as well, seeming to get used to the taste a small bit but still letting out a little cough as she poured another round. "I outta be done after this, I still have to make sure I can take care of customers." She said with a smile as she raised her glass to yours again before downing the third. |
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Nanuk downed the third glass of vodka before letting out a deep sigh. "That's much better," she sighs, "thank you very much. If you want my advice, don't put that on the regular menu. You'll not have time to make it before it runs out," she grinned. The feline ravenously ate her steak & potatoes and paid her dues. 50 Pinecones -20 Pinecones for special shampoo from Torka -3 Pinecones for Steak and potatoes 27 remaining pinecones. |
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Torka nodded, chuckling a little. Happy to have helped you relax a little. "I'll think on it a bit longer before I add it." She agreeed |
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Torka's well-lit inn was the moths favorite place, as she ducked in they tapped on the wall (or not if theres a bell.). "I got some things to sell ya, Torka!' Zyyrith wrote to the Inn keeper. She put the basket with the contents of what she caught at the Decaying Sea near Torka to look through. |
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Torka looks over at you, before slinging the towel she was using over her shoulder to adress you. Her eyes sparkling at all the fish. You then see a look of confusion cross her face as she looks back up at your face. She then reaches up to her muzzle to touch her chin and tilts her head. "Can you even eat, hun?" She finally asked, hoping she didn't sound rude. |
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Zyyrith shook their head a 'no'. "Why do you ask?" She wrote. |
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Torka nodded in response and shrugged. "I suppose it's not a huge deal, I'll usually prepare a meal for you with the fish you caught. I suppose you'll just want payment for them." She said with a giggle, before pulling out a pouch of pinecones. -You've earned 40 pinecones- |
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Zyyrith did a little hop, again. She collected the pine cones, placing them in her basket. "Thank you." The moth looked at Torka in appreciation, though hard to tell through her bulbous insect eyes. "Im gonna go to my room. I'm glad you let me stay." She wrote the last sentence a tad slower before waving to the Inn Keeper with a tilt to their head and walking to room #5. |
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Torka nodded sweetly. "I'm happy to have you here." She promised, waving goodbye to you as you go to your room. |
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-:Room #5:- - The moth entered her room. Seeing as this was their only refuge she decided to make it a bit homey. Zyyrith would rearrange small things, make her bed the way she liked, organize the bedside table. Once she was done she got into bed. |
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Winter 
Night Weather: 
Clear Moon: 
