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Despite Cin'ciri's best efforts to calm everyone, the homeless man and a group of young ladies cannot help but point, scream, throw objects, and generally cause a ruckus. By the end of the hour, three windows are broken, letting the freezing cold air in, and furniture is strewn about the floor in a disorderly fashion. Most other patrons are asleep, confused, or leaving. Indosyl, who had wondered in earlier, is preparing to burn the tavern down!

Elbbsas, who has finally finished eating, watches all of this with raised eyebrows from her corner.

'Mate, there's a spider what, one every metre? Burning things aren't going to fix it. Chill.' She pauses. 'And by chill, I meant please don't set fire to guff to literally make us all chill after we are chili. Now, I'm going to go find someone to fix the windows and if I can't do that, get some glass and hammers and wood and a DIY manual to do it myself. Unless someone does magic to fix it before I get back. See you in a bit.'

With that, Elbbsas slips out into the cold.

Indosyl makes some rude gestures towards Elbbsas as her back is turned, and mischievously pours Traditional Jalapdian Itching Powder down her back before turning to run while screaming, "One day you will ALL see that I AM NOT MAD! YOU ARE ALL ONES OF THE SORT! MUHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!"

A repairman that happens to be in the tavern wakes up and fixes most things quite quickly.

IC:
The Monarch walks in through the door pushing some...thing else that is walking under a sheet along the way, heads to the front of the tavern behind the bar, and makes clear that he wishes to address those remaining in the tavern.

Greetings, tavern patrons! I am sure that you have noticed that the owner of this establishment has been absent for some time now. Do not worry, I talked with him just this week and he's doing great...as with many others, he is simply busy elsewhere and hasn't been able to operate the tavern as much. However, I am aware of how important this establishment is to many of us in Frostlake and the region in general, so I had our court wizards conjure an assistant to provide refreshments during times when Aubrey is out!

The Monarch lifts the sheet, revealing a creature of some sort that resembles perhaps an imp, or a small demon or something. The creature jumps behind the bar, puts on an apron, and passively stares back at the rest of the tavern.

The wizard who summoned this creature tells me that although he's not much of a talker, he's very friendly and won't hurt anyone, at least not anymore. Eventually, perhaps in a month or so, he will return to his own realm, but at that point we'll just have to find another assistant bartender, won't we?  Oh yeah, and his name is Spot. Don't ask me why.

The Monarch says the last bit with a shrug, before making some closing remarks and taking a seat at a far corner booth.

OOC:
Spot is a NPC bartender that can be utilized by players when Aubrey is absent to keep things flowing in the tavern. Players can roleplay Spot at his job, but may not roleplay him beyond that. Don't worry, he's not one for interaction or personality anyways, he was just conjured to serve you. Also, I was thinking it'd be cool if every month or so there was a new assistant bartender designed by a player, so I left that option in there in case it's something we want to do.

After a while of trance-like staring, spot stands on a small footstool in order to be able to effectively grasp at objects atop the counter. He than begins polishing glasses while looking in the other direction to them, towards some WintAdvisor reviews for the establishment. A guest notices these actions before looking at the reviews himself, and deciding to abruptly leave. Stillness fills the tavern, and most guests are sitting awkwardly, staring timidly at Spot, who takes no notice of them, neutrally looking forward. The eerie and silent snowfall outside reinforces this atmosphere well.

The Monarch wonders why nobody is talking or doing anything. Maybe he should have a few people walk over hot coals to entertain the other patrons.

By chance, one of the patrons decides to take this up before the Wintermoot says anything. A few others laugh at this and join in. Within minutes five patrons have been burned to hardened corpses. Spot retrieves some cleaning equipment, and begins removing the mess.

IC:
The Monarch suddenly has less faith in the future of humanity...

OOC:
It's come to my attention that casual roleplay topics like this are pretty popular on the NS forums...they're called chill/chat threads, and apparently they became so unruly that the mods only allow for one topic that they themselves created. Given how popular they are there, and how easy it is to enter such a casual RP, I wonder if we can make them work here?

OOC
Oh, yeah, definitely, that'd be great in my opinion! 

OOC:
Well, let's see what say our RP czar has to say...@Aragonn?

IC
"How did you guys even burn to death by walking over hot coals? People do it all the time!"

OOC
Why do we need a new one to join, given that we already have this one and it's working quite well already?

IC
"I think they just...really sucked at it."

OOC
The idea is to have more topics like this one, not just to change them out.

"Perhaps", speaks an old man, "It is something to do with the highly flammable hairsprays laid between the coals, no?".

A rather large man bursts into the tavern wielding a sign that reads "BUMP. BUMPETY BUMP-BUMP. WHY IS THE FROSTBITE TAVERN SO LIFELESS NOWADAYS? IT MEANT SO MUCH TO ME!", and runs through the wall, creating a hole the exact shape of him in it.

Wintermoot wonders if that was something of an overreaction.

OOC
It would help if Aubrey were around...he went and got a life offline on us.