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Two spoons flew from the kitchen. One hitting Drael in the head, the other hitting Peewit.



"Drael! You know better. Peewit, there's no fighting here, sir. Thank you"

"Ow, fine! Keep him on a leash the next time, greenie."

He huffed and pouted, looking away.

"It’s unfair.."

"Leave the fighting to people outside this place, after all."

"I have seen people fighting in some taverns, nobody is making sense in this place.."

He rolled his eyes here, feeling annoyed.

"Where is the action? No evil wizards even? I need to train myself."

"The rule is 'no fighting'. I don't care what happens in other bars, pubs, or taverns. In my place, there will be no fighting. You may leave if you have a problem with that"

"Extra tip for escorting you out too." Claude smirked and slid the rootbeer float over to Drael. She sticked a bendy straw in the glass.

"I mean, since you ask it sooo gently and with some calm..
With a friendly smile and welcoming place full of great stories and interesting people who brought their souvenirs and share their stuffs with you, and we share a feast together with some laughters.."

He hope that his sarcasm isn’t obvious here.

"And i leave a tip if i was satisfied, and i recommand the place to my friends, you could be visited by a king or lord, and your business can exist for centuries.."

Then he crossed his arms.

"But as it’s not the case here, no tips, no recommandations and i refuse to lie or entertain anyone in here, so, without further ado, have a 'great' day, hope i won’t get bored or bothered anywhere else."

He made a very quick salute and opened the door, he left the place, still feeling hungry, but he was too angry to care about that.

He opened the door, his Jackal hood up. Xavier looked around, tilting his hair as his red eyes looked around. "Interesting place...." He murmured. "What kind of things are served here?"

"Just about anything you can imagine is, it seems."

Claude shrugged and continued wiping the bar counter. She glared at her dad and finally spoke, "Stop scaring the customers, Pops. Maybe some grandkids would ease you a bit."

"Or maybe it'll make him even more protective."

"Well, be less protective and more working, we paid you for this."

Althought he barely entered the.. Bar? Tavern?

The lord of who-knows-where made his entrance and sit by the counter.

"Serve me a beer, and focus on your business, do not disappoint me."

He spoke as if he was in a hurry, but whatever it is, he refuse to see anyone minding his business.

"With all due respect, I am not employed by this bar. My duty is elsewhere."

"I figured that already, you are a supposed.. Whatever, it’s not my business."

He tapped on the counter a little.

"I see that this place is running out of beer, i guess the taste is that bad.."

He looked behind him at the decorations.

"Trully not.. It’s a bit off here.."

"Likely due to being an interdimensional place and not fixed to any which place."

"It’s missing charm, authenticity, honesty, i hope the drinks are good at least, especially the beer.."

He didn’t looked at the other, he had his own problems but refuse to talk about it.

He is surrounded by mysteries, and he prefer to keep it that way.

"It depends on how you think of it, I suppose."

"If it’s good, then, i will donate to that place, if i am disappointed, i won’t, it’s how i work."

He was still not looking in her direction.

"It’s impossible to say 'NO', to someone of my rank, many tried, many failed, the faillures are.. Let’s say, away."

"One must not let their rank become their person. I may hold important ranks, but even still, one must be level headed inside of a position like this."

"Easy to say for someone who may be not living that."

He shrugged a little, but he correct himself, or was about to, he decided not to.

"Anyways, my business is my business, nobody should look into it."