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Thankfully your landing was cushioned by plenty of broken glass! Whether it was busted before or after you touched down is anyone’s guess, but before you can ruminate you feel a rough, chitinous claw pluck you from the wreckage!

G-God?

“In here I am, yea.” Answers a gruff voice as you’re lifted to its owner’s eye-level! “S’matter? Can’t wait in line?”

INNGO! THE INNKEEPER!

It’s uh… it’s a bit long, you mutter as you cast a sheepish glance at the horde surrounding the bar! One set of eyes is bold enough to give the counter a slap!

“EYYYY I’m orderin’ heaaaaah!”

“CUT IT OUT!”

The Innkeeper’s roar nearly singes your eyebrows off as the would-be orderer is sent flying backwards like an umbrella in a hurricane! With the crowd sufficiently pacified, your captor shifts his small, burning eyes back your way.

“... I know you.”

Eheheh… A-Anton Peas! In the flesh!

Setting you down on the bar, Inngo wastes no time getting back to his job! “... clean me a few mugs an’ pass ‘em over.”

You answer his request with a bewildered noise that the hack QM can’t really describe. P-pardon?

“Do it.”

>Roll me 1d100+2 (+2 Loose footwork, +5 Food Service Worker!, -4 Where IS everything!? Why are there so many people!? -1 Dark) to DO IT. Best of 3!