Lunamor

Granted. Birds posses great intelligence when in your presence and also really, really hate you. I wish for a sports car.

“I… would not recommend that. Unless you are trying to wind up with a matching scar on your other leg.” Lunamor took back the bloody rag, hoping he could clean it later. “You need stew. He is good for your stomach.” Before she could respond, Lunamor went back into the kitchen. He quickly whipped up some stew and brought it to Ash.

Lunamor grabbed a bar rag and tightly wrapped it around Ash’s leg. Then, he placed a hand against the side of the wall. ”Sibling? I must speak to Navani.” He waited for a moment. ”Yes, this is Rock. How are you?” He paused. ”Good, good. So, someone got injured in my restaurant-“ He paused. ”Yes, again, I know. It was not my fault!” He paused. ”Yes, please. Thank you. I will try not to let this happen again.” A few minutes later, Renarin ran through the door, puffing. Lunamor instructed him to heal Ash’s leg. Renarin obliged, then gave him a bridge four salute and ran back out the door. The stormlight also removed the alcohol in her system.

Lunamor winced at the dagger marring his poor bar, but held back from chastising Ash. “The inspector, he is fine. I feel like I want to kill him, but I don’t want to kill him, you know? But I appreciate the gesture.” He carefully twisted the knife out of the wood and handed it back to her, sliding her glass away. ”I am sorry about your family. I lost mine brother as well. But that does not mean there will always be no one who cares. I found friends. We were all supposed to die, but we helped each other. It’s why I am still here. You have been kind to a stranger. You offered to kill someone for me immediately. I think you will find friends too.”

“Health inspector. He is ridiculous! He gives me forms in Azish when I can barely read Alethi. Hates sinks. Says everything about my restaurant is wrong. Wants me to fix it or pay many fines. I will do neither.” He set down his now empty glass. The wine didn’t seem to have impacted him at all. But Ash wasn’t faring as well as he did. He made a mental note not to give her any more alcohol. ”Do you have any trouble? You have had too much white for a lowlander.”

The paper crumpled in Lunamor’s hand. He threw it in the trash, grumbling. If the list of complaints was really that long, then he just wouldn’t fix any of them. He knew Kaladin, and Kaladin could probably convince whoever was in charge to leave his restaurant alone. Lunamor grabbed a bottle of Horneater White and shuffled over to the bar, pouring himself a glass large enough to cause most airsick lowlanders great internal damage.

Sighed

Lunamor stared daggers into the man’s back, then opened up the scroll.

Lunamor nodded, relieved that the man had calmed down. Lunamor shuffled back over to the kitchen, not wanting to leave the poor waiter with the insufferable inspector. “Thank you for your patience. Dreamsmith, there is a new customer. Please help him.” He gestured to the tall and thin man who had just walked in. He looked at the inspector. ”We have a bathroom. He is in the back. Follow me.” He led the inspector out of the kitchen and to a simple door in the other corner of the restaurant. Pushing it open, he revealed what appeared to be a single chamber pot. ”You may inspect if you wish. I would not recommend it.” @Ookla the Silver @Ookla of Void

Lunamor paled. Storms, storms, storms! ”I am so, so sorry. This health inspector, he has been harrying me. Here, have a refund and apology spheres.” Lunamor reached into his pockets and set down quite a lot of spheres, far more than the cost of the angry man‘s order. He then practically dashed into the kitchen, preparing the Metalborn Snap and taking care that the proper amounts of metal were included along with a hint of atium. Dashing back, he set the drink in front of the man, its contents still sloshing.

I have absolutely nothing to do, mwahaha!

He scoffed at the idea of being told what to do. But a one star review… Lunamor turned to face Dreamsmith, one of the new waiters. ”Please come in here and, uh, keep health inspector company.” Lunamor really, really didn’t trust this man. He grabbed two empty cups and a bottle of white, pouring a tiny splash into one and a fair sized amount into the other. He hurried over Ash and set down the full cup, then went to the sleeping man and gave him the tony cup. @Ookla-The-Stick @Ookla the Prehistoric

Lunamor let out a very, very long sigh. He stuck his head out of the kitchen. ”DOES ANYONE READ AZISH?” “HE IS COMING, I MUST DEAL WITH HEALTH INSPECTION FIRST!”

Lunamor snatched it, reading it over. He still didn’t trust this strange man.

“This is a restaurant. We receive no couriers.” Lunamor sighed. ”Form 34br, may I have him?”

Now Lunamor was just mad. Why had no one informed him of this? ”I must speak to your manager.”

“You’re going to have to more specific.” Lunamor glanced at one of the smoking bottles.

“And which government is that?”

Lunamor crossed his arms, huffing. ”Remind me who sent you?”

Lunamor narrowed his eyes. No one had told him about any forms. Who had sent this inspector? ”I have not filled this out.”

“Both. The Sibiling had plumbing, but I made the sink. He is very state-of-the-art.” Lunamor proudly puffed up his chest.

“Our plumbing? He has not been checked.” Lunamor nervously shifted. ”Was he supposed to be checked?”

“Sure.” Lunamor led the inspector to the back of the restaurant, pushing open a set of double doors. Inside, it was a confusing mix of organized and chaotic. A wide variety of ingredients lined the shelves, neatly tucked into place; mysterious vials that glittered, glowed, and smoked. In one corner, there was a vat of some sort with an odor reminiscent of freshly baked cookies. Little glints of metal floated within it. Rows of impeccably maintained stoves and ovens filled the room, but left plenty of space for maneuvering. There was also, of course, a sink. Lunamor wasn’t about to give his customers food poisoning. But there were also burn marks adorning the walls. Oddly colored stains that Lunamor couldn’t figure out how to remove. Something that smelled like it was rotting, but out of sight. A distant dripping noise. One could have sworn that they saw movement within the murky liquid of a polished vial.

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