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And the sound of the barrel crashing into the table, Martha finally came back to consciousness, immediately straightening herself in the seat she was in. After a few hours of rest, the color of her face had returned to its usual fairness, and her eye resumed their normal lofty gaze as she surveyed the wreckage of the dining area in the bar and in the entryway. She pursed her lips in disapproval.

The maid, seeing her boss was awake, felt an ice cold shiver go running down her spine. She was fired...she was so fired.

"Annalise..." the Innkeeper said calmly, causing the poor girl to shake in fear, "I need a drink. A strong one."

The maid shot up to go prepare the beverage for her, hands rattling and clinking the glass bottles together nervously, causing some of the liquid to spill on the counter. Handing the drink to Martha, she stood to the side, not exactly sure which one she was more terrified of at the moment, the witch-cat or the Innkeeper.

Yvenne was about to stop the woman from downing the contents of the glass, afraid it might have adverse effects on the medicine that still might be in her system, but she was a little late, the glass already on the table before she could open her mouth. Martha exhaled a long breath, closing her eyes, before addressing the maid again, "I expect things tidy by dawn. and I expect everyone present to behave themselves..." she said the final part with a sweeping glance to the others present within the room, adding a repulsed look to her face as she saw the slime trying to ooze away. She was not awake at the time to know that another member had joined their party within the inn, nor did she care at the moment. She had a little business to attend to elsewhere.

Still a little wobbly, she stood from the seat and called for her furry pet, the orange thing bounding its way up her arm and onto her usual place on the woman's shoulder. Cailly called the slime with a squeak, hoping it would follow them for more fun!

Silho darted to the cats shadow as soon as she saw the plate placed for it. Yes! This was prefect! She looked at the cat from its shadow, giving it a smirk, reaching out a spidery arm, grabbing the shadow of the food and pulling it to her mouth, chomping heartily.

Good. So good! This was so good! Silho stretched out of the cats shadow, forming her own, crawling across the boards to the plate , opening her mouth wide, devouring the shadows in one bite.

Her whole being wiggled with pleasure as her belly was now full. She looked to the cat, smiling.

Morning of Day 6

Business as usual was slowly returning to the town of Habit, as the folk grew used to the company of the strange creatures that had arrived so suddenly. Well, most of them anyway.

The Twiggs had taken to the Galmen rather well, the reptilian beast making an odd rendition of a guard-dog for when they both had to leave the farm for the day. Leira was especially glad that it was able to drag back what it helped her hunt, her wrist being bound in a splint given by Yvenne.

While Goopy the slime stayed away from the humans (and barrels), Cailly always managed to slip away to go and find her jiggly friend, much to the dismay of her owner. Martha sent Annalise to go and keep an eye on them when she would discover the rambunctious pet had disappeared. Seeing that the slime left such an obvious trail to its whereabouts, finding the two never really proved to be a problem. The Innkeeper saw this as a means for the maid to have redeemed herself after what had happened the day before.

Sitting at the front desk, she was just finishing a letter to an acquaintance of hers, a previous guest at the inn from some years ago. With an elaborate scrawl she penned her signature and folded the paper neatly, sealing and adding the postage so that it may reach the recipient. She would hand it over to Beety later for delivery.

Looking over to the bar, she saw the sleek figure of the cat stretched out underneath a table, making itself at home in her establishment. There was a faint twitch in her face, the barest semblance of a frown, and then it was.

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Lonnie stood outside the Blacksmith's forge, waiting for an opportunity to go in that didn't involve getting bludgeoned in the head with a hammer. Gare was busy shouting at his apprentices over the roar of the fire and pangs of metal striking metal, and if a wrong move was made while they were so focused on their work, it could lead to a very serious accident.

One of the apprentices looked up to see the lanky farmer standing there, and nodded to the gruff man to get his attention. Looking around, the heavily scarred Blacksmith's face never left his serious expression, but his eyes had a distinctive warmth to them. He stepped outside so that the two could discuss why the young man had come to see him at his shop.

"Ah, Hey Gare! Y'seem real busy in there right now. If you want me to come back later..." Lonnie began to say, but was silenced by a wave of the larger man's gnarled hands.

"What is it you want boy...don't try to play word games with me." came the low reply, deep voice resonating within his chest. The Farmer nodded, bringing out of a pocket as list, the words written hastily and not all correctly spelled.

"I need a few things for the farm, seeing that harvest is almost here. Some of my equipment seems to be in disrepair, and I was hoping you could see if some of it could be salvaged or not", Lonnie explained, pointing to some items on the list. The Blacksmith gave the list some thought, before nodding to him.

"I'll see what I can do. I know some of those are very dear to you...yes, bring them in when you can," Gare handed back the list and returned back into the forge, bellowing orders once again to the apprentices.

Lonnie smiled wide...now if only he could figure out a way to get the items here.

Cailly was having a blast, bouncing all over the town with her green gooey friend. The one who had given her a bath unfortunately kept following the two pals around, but that didn't stop them from going on adventures! Like right now!

As they made it over the hill, sights of dazzling gold and green swaying in the breeze suddenly filled their vision, a small structure of wood sitting in front of a much taller (if a little rickety looking) one. Trembling with excitement, the tiny fur slinky took off down the hill, wanting to play hide and seek within the tall stalks of the corn field.

Annalise frowned as her charge sped off, looking down near the green slime with an exasperated sigh. "You're going to go in there too...aren't you" she said, mostly to herself knowing that the goo couldn't talk, or even understand her really. She wondered if she should tell the twins they were arriving...before something were to happen to their crops.

Cailly wove her way through the tall stalks of corn, the earthy scents nearly overwhelming her domestic nose. Seeing one that leaned slightly against another, she took the opportunity to climb to the top of the stalk, bouncing along the husks containing sweet golden treasure within them. Reaching the top, she chattered excitedly as she looked across the field from her vantage point, the slight weight of her body causing the stalk to sway in a small breeze.

Her eyes caught some movement heading toward the maid and her green friend, something large, with heavy footfalls, loud against the packed dirt. The little fur slinky grew wary of the thing, attempting to shrink her size against the stalk as it passed by, it's paddle like tail brushing against some of the nearby rows of corn. This was not like silly grey barking friend that came by with the tiny one, this was dangerous, snappy thing. Big snappy thing. And Cailly did not like it.

Annalise took one look at the reptilian creature that sat in front of her, staring with its head turned in a curious manner, and groaned. Did this one talk to? Why was it everywhere she went some new creature seemed to pop up and try to ruin her day. Did the world not want her to like animals? She was about to address the creature, so as not to offend this one, when the Farmer poked his head from inside the house.

"Ah! Um...it's okay...I don't think it's gonna bite you...makes a good guard...thing, though!" He called to her with a laugh, before coming out across the yard to meet her.