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Message: <blockquote data-quote="PsicrystalAffinity" data-source="post: 3205696" data-attributes="member: 30270">The butcher looks at you sleepily.  His eye only open little slits, peering over his spectacles.  His bushy mustache seems to wilt, as a frown appears on his pudgy face.  He pauses for a moment, and a questioning look appears in your eyes when you tell him to bury the bones deep.  “But the ground is frozen, me’l—“  His words are cut short at the two drowns that appear in your hand.  “I’ll have it the way you asked be sundown Me’ lady.”  And with that he puts the wolf on a heavy wooden table, and goes off to find a sharp knife.  The in is quiet this morning.  The in keeper serves you a steaming bowl of portage with toast.  then returns to work in the hearth.  Soon a crackling fire appears.  You hear him mutter something about bacon for lunch, before he disappears into the kitchen.  Other then you two main dinning room is vacant.</blockquote>