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Torka looked over the notepad with soft eyes before she nodded happily. "Yes! There's plenty of work around town. Yip offers trapping quests. Yew and Yore offer some other ones. You'll find them over at the Quest Board" She explained. |
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Zyyrith offered a smile, or doodle. She drew a smiley face on her notepad as she lacked lips or better yet a mouth. "I'll head out?" They wrote before standing up. |
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Torka nodded and offered a toothy grin of her own. "Yea! I'll see you around. And folks here are real friendly, so don't hesitate to ask for help." She said with a thumbs up |
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Zyyrith picked up the notepad and writing utensil and walked to the door, waved goodbye and left. |
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Torka waved goodbye, happy Glowmire had another kind resident. |
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Nanuk walks into the inn. It is clear by her demenor that she is not open to small-talk and she goes straight to her room. Room #15 Nanuk steps into her room and removes all of her clothing. Next, she stepped into the shower. Lukewarm water spritzed onto her fur, soaking it and causing a mild burning sensation. She takes the medicated shampoo into her paw and squirtz an amount onto her other. Rubbing it between her paws caused a more intense burning sensation, but she was able to stand it knowing that it was going to help her. Then, she lathers the soap into her fur. After her shower, Nanuk dries herself off with a towel and puts her clothes back on. She then walks out of her room and heads downstairs. Lobby Nanuk approaches the counter where Torka stands. She places four pinecones on the surface. "Can I get a plate of steak and potatoes. Do you have vodka?" |
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Torka looks up at you and nods, quickly putting the potatoes in the oven to bake, and the steak on the grill. But she flattened her ears at the mention of vodka. "Weeeell... I just finished purifying my first batch. But I haven't tried it yet..." The wolf raised her head to look over you and check that the lobby was empty, before she leaned in with a devilish grin you never thought you'd see from such a sweet lady. "You wanna help me crack it open? No charge." |
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Nanuk ears flicked uncertainly. She just got over one ailment, did she really want to try home-brewed vodka? As her shoulder began to sting, her mind was made up. "Fuck it, open it up," she sighed. If she died, at least she would die good and drunk. |
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Torka chuckled to herself and went to the back for a moment. Before coming back without her apron and with a bottle of clear liquid. "Now, I know my stuff, it shouldn't kill ya as long as we dont have too much." She promised, pouring a shot for each of you. She raises her glass to clink with yours before throwing it back. She slammed the glass down quickly and coughed, laughing to herself as she did. "Damn... the Acacia is stronger than I expected." She said hoarsely. Shaking her ears out and letting them flop about for a moment before she giggled and poured another round for whenever they were ready. |
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"No such thing as too much when you have good vodka," Nanuk said, downing the shot without making so much as a grimace. She looked at Torka with raised brows. "That's not bad," she said. She took the next shot again with a straight face. |
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