"The first lesson a watcher learns is to separate truth from illusion. Because in the world of magicks, it's the hardest thing to do."
> ExWatcher turned Demon Hunter
> Ancestor of Wesley Wyndam-Pryce
> Don't call me Percy!
> Lone Wolf
> Perfect aim
> Part of @1880Reloaded
@ASlayerHidden "Thank you, but..." Wesley starts.
"You both look so thin," Mrs. Peacock convides in them, clearly not taking no for no for an answer. "I'll get some meat on those bones."
Wesley gives het an awkward smile. "Ah..... Heh. Indeed."
@ASlayerHidden Wesley says politely as they enter the cozy looking kitchen.
"Oh its not a problem dear!" the woman assures them as she puts a fancy looking tea pot down and gives them both a slice of cake.
"Have an extra slice both," she says, adding more to their plates.
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@ASlayerHidden --tea and I even have some lemon cake to go with it!"
Hand the other key to Blythe, the woman grins happily at them both and turns to waddle down the hallway back downstairs again.
"Well, we better get settled in, then I think some tea--
@ASlayerHidden --informations. But your towns gossip usually knows more useful information as well.
"I see! I see, ah, here are your rooms. I assume you want two? Rooms?" Mrs. Peacock pauses and turns to give them a questioning look.
@ASlayerHidden --seeing," he tells her, glancing at the Slayer to see her reaction.
Best not barge in and ask about the strange things happening in this town just yet. They best get acquainted a tad more first.
No doubt their clients can give them some--
@ASlayerHidden --Percival starts, "We saw the sign out front and would like to rent two rooms."
The woman, if possible, brightens up even more. "Of course? Come in, come in. You both look tired, you could probably do with a bath, eh lass?" she ushers them--