Once a bustling place, famous for having both a port and a train station, it was now a shadow of it's former glory. Due to the actions of a strange group, along with a monstrosity that claimed to be a god over mortal kind. Thought this beings godhood was proven false, the cost was enormous destruction to the homes and businesses of Hargeon and more than a few casualties. However, despite all that, the town lived on. The citizenry was rebuilding what was destroyed and the Lamia Scale guild was already planning the replacement for the guild hall they lost in the chaos, brought down by a mysterious battle from within. Among the new form of hustle and bustle in the streets was a certain gray haired mage, one who was on his way to one of the few restaurants still standing after the dust and water settled.
Dmitry Kazakov walked through the doors of his favorite establishment, the Filthy Fish Bone, which happened to be the only restaurant in this part of Hargeon that managed to avoid destruction. As he past the waitress and daughter of the Fish Bone's owner and cook, Claire, he handed her an envelope filled with money from a job he had done before getting back in town.
"Round of beers for the lazy pricks in the corner." He said, gesturing his thumb towards some workers who were enjoying a meal after a long day. Of course, this statement drew a cheer from the workers who would gladly take the label if it meant free beer, leading Claire chuckle and Dmitry to shake his head with a grin as he made his way over to the counter where the owner, Marty was waiting to greet his best costumer.
"Hey, whad'ya say, Mitry?" The middle-aged man said with a warm smile, one he was known for. "I say those guys look like hell." Dmitry replied, referring to workers whose drinks he just bought. "You don't look too great yourself, pal. You doin' alright?"
The spirit mage scratched the back of his head and chuckled a bit. "Yeah..it's been a rough week." That was putting it mildly. Not only had he dealt with a demon for the second time, but earlier that week he had to aid his dear friend Mao Nakiri in a fight against a ridiculous force. One of many that came to the girl's aid, Dmitry had to personally fight against a psychotic bunny lady that did a number on him, leaving plenty of wounds and bruises that were still aching him.
"So why're you still yappin' at me?" He jokingly interrogated the cook. "Go get the cure to what ails me!"
"Yeah, yeah, keep your pants on. I'll get you the usual." Marty said with a laugh, moving to the kitchen to cook said 'usual', leaving Dmitry to his thoughts. He wondered how his friends were doing and when he'd see them next. True, his Lamia Scale family was always right around the corner, one of them opening up her home to him. But he also had friends outside the guild, friends he wouldn't mind seeing again.
"Hope you schmucks are alright..."
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