HER NAME WAS RELLAN Hidden: theme The night was dark and full of terrors. If by terrors, you include unwanted visitors when you were just about to close shop. Iván's Curry House was fast becoming one of Stokbon's busier establishments. At least as far as its owner and proprietor, Iván Carl, was considered, that was true. It was hard to tell, honestly, at least not without crunching numbers, but the masked illusionist has never been a fan of crunching numbers. Business was booming, that was all there is to it, and it was booming enough to make Iván a busy man. "I trust you won't disappoint?" The man in green, with the hammer on his back, was being ushered by Iván out of the Curry House. The masked illusionist was trying his best to be polite about it, but if his red mask, once the face of a deadly predator from down in the Spire, hadn't been hiding his face, it would've been evident that he was not amused that this man, the man in green, was still not out of his shop. They had been discussing what the man in green felt needed to discuss, and Iván had already vowed to do his part. The question was unnecessary and just plain annoying. "I won't," Iván deadpanned, gritting his teeth, eyes narrowed and eyebrows furrowed, from behind his mask. Leaning forward, he grabbed the handle of the door to open it, gesturing for the man in green, as politely as he could, to get the hell out of his shop. Iván still needed to clean the kitchen and he needed to clean the kitchen without any nosy distractions. "You have my word, Lord Seofon. I will do what needs to be done." Possibly finally realizing he was no longer wanted in the establishment, the man in green, Lord Sevastien Seofon, gave Iván one final nod before disappearing into the night. Like a flash of lightning. Iván heaved a sigh of relief. Finally, it was just him and his restaurant. This place was fast becoming a burden. Who was it that said taking jobs in this game was a complete waste of time when you could just spend all that game time adventuring, slaying monsters, getting loot, and stuff? He could not remember. Oh, well. Shaking his head, Iván tried to close the door. Unfortunately, he wasn't fast enough as a human girl (@Rellan Shard) wearing ponytails, or were those pigtails?, Iván was not really that knowledgeable in female hairstyles, put her hand on his door in a successful attempt to stop him from closing it. Acting on fear, mostly of not being able to clean the kitchen as early as he was hoping to, Iván tried his best to overpower the girl by pushing against her hand as hard as he could. Unfortunately, again, Iván wasn't that strong. The girl overpowered him, as easily as expected, and he was forced to keep the door open, letting her in if she wanted to come in. "What can I do for you this fine evening, my lady?" Iván deadpanned, succumbing to his frustrations by becoming dead inside. "We are already closed, but it seems like you have important business to discuss." And just like that, she walked through his door like a panther walks into a Chinese orphanage, ebony mane and legs for hours. Iván thought that no dame her age would want to purchase those huge balls of earrings that she had, which was probably wrong considering Iván didn't know a lot of dames her age, and the kind of makeup she had on gave him a good idea how she got it, which was probably during character creation. She had bad news written on her like October of '29, the latter a reference to the Wall Street Crash of 1929, which Iván only came across through a documentary he saw last night on Webflix. He made a mental note to watch more documentaries on Webflix, though more importantly, he should have known this dame was trouble the minute she walked into his restaurant.
