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"I would like to have some water." Maomao told Blaze.

* max would be in the back of the bar in front of the stove making a stack of pancakes for a dollar for anyone who wanted one there blue berry chocolate and some with peanut butter on them he would then shortly walk out and display the panacea on the bar table and layed out forks and plates for anyone *

Max: come get some fresh pancakes dollar for one each seconds are free * he said as he would take out the cooking apron he had on and wipe his forehead with it before putting it on a hanger *

Blaze got a cup and poured fresh water into it and went to Maomao with the cup as he placed it in front of her.

"Pancakes?" he asked as he looked at Max's pancakes. He gave him 5 dollars for 5 pancakes. He took a fork and a plate and started to plate it and went to the back to eat it.

"Me? Mmm..." Anya looked over her shoulder to Blaze and tapped her chin in a mock thinking pose. "Just wandering around the realm where I'm from. Doing errands, here and there, trying to avoid a certain knightly guy... the usual. Saw funny looking and, well," she gestured at herself. "Here I am~"

"Leaves?" Anya raised her eyebrows, leaning forward to get a good look at her scales. "My, my, that is very unique! Do you perhaps photosynthesize?"

Apollo stopped to look at blaze.
“Uh- thanks, but I work here. Thats why I’m gathering dishes…”

He kind of just, awkwardly stared, before finally disappearing into the kitchen.

"Sounds horrible," he said to Ace as he turned around the corner to speak to her. He looked at Apollo and had a blush on his face. "Oops! But the pancakes are good," he said as he disappeared again.

"Horrible? Mm, perhaps." Ace snickered to herself, placing a gloved hand over her mouth. Well, she supposed being tailed around by a 7 and a half feet tall knight-like person does sound horrible. With or without the context of the situation. "It's more overbearing than anything, honestly. Nothing I can't handle~"

Her eyes glanced over briefly at the long-eared man, Apollo, and tilted her head slightly. It's probably nothing. She would know if she knew him. Or maybe it's multiverse stuff, alternate versions, yada yada... unlike dear ol' Jester, she doesn't have the ability to snoop into her alternate self's memories. Pity. It'd be so much more fun if she could.

"Trixie's tavern, hmm..." She mused lightly to herself. "I wonder how this place came to be... Say, pray tell, how often do customers come here? Are there days where this tavern is full?"

Hearing her snicker made him stare around the corner with food in his mouth. "I am sure you can take care of yourself," he said with a grin on his face as he nodded to her. "Back to the back for me. Holler if you need anything!" Blaze said as he disappeared once more.

"…so the common belief amongst us Astartes is that the Carcharodons are a successor chapter of the Raven Guard, as rare as that is. I have, however, heard rumours that they have a chimeric gene-seed. Of what nature, I do not know. But they're as welcome here as any other chapter, and there's plenty of supplies here for them to stock up on."

He looked at Urich from out of the corner of his eyes as he appeared again as he listened to the story. "Well, I had a bad past," he said as he was not an honest man back then. "I prefer not to talk about my past to people. The last...Nevermind. It's too complicated to talk about."

So long as theyre slaying heretics, traitors and xenos, not us, I dont have a problem with that. It is most opportune that Lord Greystorm is involved in sector operations, the spacewolves can trade melee with more brutish factions efficiently. Tyranids and orks are little match.

"Leaves?" Anya raised her eyebrows, leaning forward to get a good look at her scales. "My, my, that is very unique! Do you perhaps photosynthesize?"[/quote]

"Yes, thats true." Maomao said. "I can photosyntetise with every green of my body."

"Greystorm...Such a great warrior," he muttered softly as he stood there watching people in the tavern. "Anyone need refreshments?" he asked as he sat down for a moment or two.

"I will gladly take some recaf, if you don't mind. And yes, Brother Greystorm is an impressive warrior. I have not seen him in battle often though, as we are in different Great Companies of our chapter."

"Recaf it is," he said as he made a fresh pot of it and brought it over with a porcelain cup. "Here you are, all for you. Anyone else want recaf?" he asked as he stepped back from Urich's table. "I do hope to see him in battle," he said as he thought of his part being taken when he was a heretic once. No one knew this except a select few. Such as Athene who was the one who helped him redeem himself. And two children.

"I will try it out." Maomao said, responding to Blaze's question.

And what of you Lord Greyhowl, could you be willing to aide us in a dire moment? A damnable raptor cult plagues shipping lanes upon our western fringe jeopardizing traders and craft coming to Arpat from Accatran and Metalica. I have the authority to tithe resources to you in return.

He nodded to Maomao as he went back behind the bar, and he produced more recaf as he brought the pot and a cup to her as he looked at her. "Enjoy. It's a house blend," he said as he walked back around the bar again.

"Thanks." Maomao got the cup of coffee and went back to her corner in order to drink it in peace.

"You are welcome. Enjoy," he said as he stood there waiting for more orders. It seemed certain people never ask him. And he could only help to provide for them.