| Zynoa_Stargold |
 98 F |
| The NPC held his hands aloft as if that would solve something, which he knew it wouldn't. Unable to speak from sheer panic. |
| Tomoe_ |
105 M |
| *The boy exits the wheeled train Baba Yaga, Slowly descending the rungs to the ground, Tilting his head to glance about with fox like audits folded back atop his silver-white crown* |
| TayIor_ |
15 F |
| “You good there chief?” She said as she tried not to laugh, “Need help?” |
| Zynoa_Stargold |
98 F |
| The interior of the kitchen looked bleak. A crockpot lay rocking slightly on it's side on the floor with the contents splattered on the cupboards, to the floor, on the main NPC chefs shoes and pants still steaming hot. |
| TayIor_ |
15 F |
| Before walking inside 👀 |
| TayIor_ |
15 F |
| Curiosity getting the better of her, Taylor pushes open the kitchen door .c |
| Zynoa_Stargold |
98 F |
| A loud warped reverberating "ting!" was heard from the kitchen inside of the Inn, followed by choice expletives that were too sensitive for gentle folk. |
| TayIor_ |
15 F |
| After stretching a moment, Taylor got up to head towards the kitchen |
| Zynoa_Stargold |
98 F |
| Her sky blue colored oculars scanned the cobblestone road that leads to the Inn with a small sigh exiting past her gapped lips. |
| TayIor_ |
15 F |
| Waking up upon the family booths seat, Taylor sat up with a small groan 🥱 |
