Rolando
*Night had fallen by the time Terrel had managed to cross the border to make it to the city. It was hard moving wolves place to place, even more so for the wolves than him half the time. Home was still the entire country away, though, glancing back at the furry creatures that followed him, he could tell they didn't want to continue on much further. It was admirable at least for the young wolves he had to continue on for this long, each destination seeming temporary before they'd have to get on the long road again. Perhaps they did deserve some rest from it all. He came to a stop at the side of the road, his wolves catching up to him. They moved like shadows in the darkness, small bodies milling around one another. The wolves would have seemed no more than rats with how they went about the place, if not for what they actually looked. Most of them had completely black fur, the only one standing out in the pack being one of pure white. The oldest of the bunch. He waited for them to gather around his feet, each of them look up at him with desperation in their tired eyes.*"Alright, alright..."*He said, glancing around at the mostly empty road until he got a glint of light in the distance to signify some place being open for them to rest at for a bit.*"How about I treat you guys tonight for being well behaved?"*Of course the wolves didn't understand any word of what he said outside of 'treat' perhaps, though that was enough to get a wag out of their tails.*

*He guided them along the road, the light of a cafe growing brighter as they neared it. Terrel halted for a moment, watching the people gathered at it from the shadows.*"Seems like a fancy place we got here. Wouldn't have expected such for this city."*He said before glancing down at his pack.*"I'm sure they wouldn't mind a few extra guests."*He said with a light smirk. Terrel waited for a few other people to head inside, noting the person seemingly standing guard in front of it. Making each of his wolves sit for the time being, Terrel decided to approach alone, giving a light greeting so as to enter the place more inconspicuously. Heading inside, he felt himself welcomed to a much warmer atmosphere. At least compared to the cooling weather of the outdoors. He idly passed by the other patrons, his red cloak almost dragging at his feet while he kept a steady look out behind him.*

*When he was sure the attention was off of him, he grabbed at the whistle around his neck, blowing into it quietly before waiting a few moments. The noise wasn't enough to penetrate the sound of conversation around him, though the frequency was enough to get the wolves' attention. It seemed Terrel didn't have to wait long, as one by one, the dark bodies of wolves quickly brushed their way through the entrance, the amount of them growing by the minute as a dark mass of fur seemed to fill the space around him. It had become obvious how much the young wolves had grown now in the light of the cafe which seemed to raise some gasps from the patrons, too surprised by how many there were. Some quickly moving away from the beasts, others merely bewildered by them. With the white wolf being the last to follow, Terrel was assured that it was all of them. Around ten it seemed to be crowding the space at his feet for the time being. He walked along, ignoring the stares of those in the cafe as he looked for a seat for them all which was easier said than done. He decided to take over one table for the time being, some of the wolves moving to find a place under it, while others leaped up into the empty chairs sitting around it. It was a rather silly sight, though it seemed the Silnari didn't think much of it.*
Christopher
And...~ it's that time of the day again, well, night, as the shop shift to it's more fancy form. Stool and tables being switched out for their more grandiose counterparts, scented candles and dark brown and bronze umbrellas, and now live music which has been promptly interrupted by the furry balls of wolfos.

In the midst of the hustle and bustle of the now *More* Then two permanent staff moving about is a little one, measuring at around 4'9" Wearing a small little hat and foreign looking fine clothes with long white hair that's braided near the back, and another smaller braid near their left cheek, yeah it isn't really clear if this 'Child' is a boy or girl but nonetheless they can be seen overseeing the entire operation while also writing something on their notes.

Its been a frickin great day for Roland, his old crew brought back some mighty fine stuff, an actual freaking treasure trove of goodies, and their completely legal so he can put em out on display!, The shipment of Runranesse ingredients also just arrived, plus his new body guard Pretty lady got em some notoriety and marketing, das fun.

He goes inside the shop and to the kitchen to check everything one last time, nodding in satisfaction, he's not really a trained cook per say, but he'll give you a run for your money if you dare compete with him on his specialties, and that is exactly what this shop sells at night.

He goes back out of the kitchen, this time checking the store and the goods, aight the potions are good, the medicines are decent, all other general goods are also good, and hm...

He goes to check one of the cool things the crew brought em that he's making tonight's centerpiece, a gold and bronze trident with carvings of an underwater temple, it can also shoot water as old codgers found out the hard way few hours ago at the docks.

He goes ahead and flips the sign to open one last time for tonight.

"And the emporium/cafe is open."
Rolando
*Terrel took the time to settle his wolves, some of the younger ones growing quite excited in the midst of so many people that they couldn't help but wander beyond the table for a better look. The white wolf seemed to be making quick work of keeping them rounded up, nipping at a few to move them back to the table where they were meant to be. Terrel seemed to ignore their curiosity for the time being, entrusting the eldest with keeping them together while he tried to get a better look at what the place had to offer. He idly watched the staff for the time being, his attention no longer focused on the patrons and them growing used to the addition of new guests while passing a glance every now and then. Whoever it was taking charge of the place seemed to be going all out on the decor which Terrel could find admirable enough considering he didn't think much of this city. He leaned back in his chair for the time being, figuring he could put in an order later if anything caught his interest over the table of already hungry wolves.*
Christopher
Maize (the Waitress) would most likely go ahead and walk over to handle this particular customer, since the newbies might be overwhelmed by the sheer amount of wolfos, she helps Roland deal with the less innocent side of Cesinor so it takes a decent lot to scare her.

She gives him the Menu for tonight, so apparently the chef wanted to work overtime and experiment with fine Silnarian cusine so in addition to Runranesse delicacies there's also some fine local specialties on the menu.

She'd also tell him about the shop part of the establishment and tonight's centerpiece items, and also about the unique way the place operates, yeah she's a really good waitress, she smiles and waits for her to order or maybe to ask any questions.
Rolando
*The wolves turned to her, eagerly sniffing about her as she handed him the menu to which Terrel casually took as if he wasn't being swarmed by a bunch of canines. He listened to her idly while he opened the menu, figuring he'd have to make several separate orders for them. He decides to order some steak for each of the wolves, getting some pasta for himself with water all around for the sake of making it easier. That is if they do so sell it here anyways before sliding her the menu back with the second hardest thing out of the way. It was surprising enough that the wolves could keep still as much as they were, even more so that the waitress hardly batted an eye at them. Some chaotic things must really be going on in this place.

Though the shop portion should make that evident enough. Seemed like this place received different treasures in a way to double as a shop and fancy restaurant. Whoever decided to put this together must have been very ambitious.*"Got anything of interest not on display?"*He decided to ask her casually in glancing over towards the centerpiece. The trident seemed to catch his interest a bit, though less of a want for it rather than the evidence that they went out to see often. He wondered if it had history similar to his own, not that he knew what that history was to begin with.*
Christopher
Maize the waitress would go ahead and write down all hid orders, smilingly mysteriously while secretly glad that this customer wasn't another asshat for hynes to punt.

"Well for an adventurer such as yourself who I've heard has been through some rather exciting escapades, we do provide Potions, Medicines, and even some information on Silanarian Politics."

*She whispered that last part.*

"We also have your general goods bits and bobbles, and Silanarian Accoutrements if your into a little bit of fashion."
Rolando
*A curious expression crossed his face, perhaps from both the goods she mentioned and the fact of her hearing somewhat of him. Maybe Ryza was right in that case.*"I may be."*He said casually after she finished listing all the things from the general store place. Terrel didn't see the problem with stocking up at least, remembering that he was collecting gear for later plans. He never really got to see much of potions outside of a book one Macen allowed him to look through. Maybe there would be something of interest there.*"I'll check it out after dinner."*The Silnari patted one of the wolves sitting next to him, keeping them calm for the time being. At least the restaurant didn't seem to mind them much.*
Christopher
Maize the waitress would probably stick around for a while bit, cracking some probably dark jokes while also motioning for some other staff to send the order to the back, until of course her shin was beat by what looks to be a child.

Yes, a child, 4'9", wearing a small little hat and foreign looking fine clothes.

Child: "Somone want's to *Explore a piggy bank*, time to show em some of your girl power, and probably some hynes power if needed."

*The child chukled, before looking at terrel.*

"Hemlo ;-;, how is your night going Mr. Pig mask?"

*Maize goes ahead and sets off with a helpless expression, signaling a get ready to Hynes.*
Rolando
*Terrel conversed for a while with the waitress, finding amusement in their shared humor for the time being until some child eventually walked up to her before she had headed off, leaving Terrel with this newcomer. At first he didn't really seem to pay much mind to him, it not quite occurring to him that he indeed worked here as he was suddenly asked a question. He glanced down at him, shifting his gaze back towards Maize as if half expecting for her to come back to pick up the child she had left behind. Though it seemed like for the time being, he was here to stay. He scratched at the side of his head before soon responding.*"Fine, I suppose. The wolves seemed to be having a good time, so that's good enough for me."*He answered, giving the eldest wolf a pat on the head in doing so.*"Need something kid?"
Christopher
*The child looks at you curiously, while also thinks to themselve.*

"Hnmmm, well to be perfectly honest i'm bored of talking with the other hoity toity peeps, they look at me weird, and you seem fun ;-;"

*Already indulging themselve in the floofers.*

"And floof..., Mainly the floof, sorry..."

*After a few minutes of indulging in floof, he'll look up and finally ask the pig mask.*

"Ne Pig Mask-san, what brings you to Cesinor, and to my little place of all things?"
Rolando
"The wolves?"*He questioned at the mention of the floof.*"Understandable."*Terrel gave a casual nod.*"They are pretty floofy. It's the reason why I call this one Floof."*He said, gesturing to the eldest wolf. The white-furred canine practically stood out like a beacon amongst the dark-furred ones, though he didn't seem to mind nonetheless as the wolf's tongue hung out in a light pant.*"Just passing through to head back home with these guys."*He continued, deciding there was little harm in answering the kid's question.*"Takes a lot to keep them all together and figured they could use the break from all the traveling."
Christopher
"I want to ask where your home is, but that seems a bit much so lets ask it broadly, from whence do you hail Mr. Pig Mask~!, *Rubs floofy*, I'm from Keguntan btw.*

*Is now sitting, possibly riding ontop of the floof, their hands supporting their chin looking at you with child like wonder.*

"Also, who made your mask mister?, I want a fox mask ;-;"
Rolando
*The wolves that weren't able to get into the seats, found themselves swarming around Roland. Some of them sniffing at the small person, others playfully licking at him. Terrel though about his question for a moment, eventually giving a light shrug.*"Made it myself a while ago."*He answered. There was probably a long history to it with the years of wearing the mask, though Terrel doubted a kid could pay attention that long.*"I can see you being a snow fox of sorts. Who knows, maybe there will be some winter festival here where you can go buy a mask. They're never too uncommon. Especially during large gatherings. I'm from the steppes, though I travel enough to forget I suppose."
Christopher
*After a bit the food would arrive, the staff bringing the the beeg order of meat and pasta, and that is when Roland was feeling a bit peckish, so he motioned one of the staff over.*

"Hey Armand, could you be a dear and grab me some Caesar salad and Apple Juice **Replicant**?"

*They say this while still indulging in the floofers, not a care in the world.*

Armand: "Ok boss, coming right away."

*The waiter gives a playful salute before going back into the kitchen.*
Rolando
*There was hardly an interval of time between the staff bringing over the food and the wolves suddenly tearing away at it. Terrel had to take his own pasta, moving it out of the way of the feasting wolves before it unintentionally became a part of their meal. He ate his food more slowly, only to stop as Roland asked one of the staff to get him something to eat. For a brief moment, his face was contorted with confusion, or well what could be seen of his face anyways.*"You know the staff here?"*He questioned the kid, not quite putting two and two together yet, though it made some sense towards why this child was just going about the restaurant without anyone really watching him.*
Christopher
*Gives Terrell a thumbs up while rubbing her face on the floofers, they are in bliss right now, this might make em skip the weekly Fann dose!*

"Yewss!, *Nuzzle nuzzle* I built this place from the ground up with the help of my crew, got tired of life at sea, though she still calls me from time to time, the sea i mean."

*A melancholic smile shows up on their face as they stop nuzzling for a bit.*

"The gold, the rum, the wind through my hair..., I must admit the freedom was pleasant to say the least."
Rolando
"Poetic one aren't you."*He commented. Terrel idly began eating his pasta while he was listening to the kid ramble on for a bit only for his words to finally catch his ear. Built this place? Crew? Boss? Okay, maybe that last word was a bit late to catch with woman having already left, though now it was starting to click with him. Or at least he thought so, but it made little sense to him.*"You... Built this place...?"*He questioned slowly, eyes narrowing as part of him assuming it to be of the kid's imagination. Surely something as fancy as this was beyond realistic.*
Christopher
*And with that Armand comes back from the kitchen, a bowl of caesar salad and what looks to be a glass wine bottle, within a thicc bloody liquid, as he opens it fragrance of apple fills the night around.*

*The "Child" Vaults up the rather high chair and settles down, the Apple juice replicant poured and the inviting caesar salad was stabbed by a fork before gliding into their mouth, a sip of dark red, almost bloody liquid as a happy, content smile fills the "Child", he raises the glass to you.*

"Cheers, to the Mr. Pigmask who brought floofers that brightened my day, and talked with this one."

"And yes, it took a bit, but i indeed built this place, well not literally since i *Bought* The building, but you get my point ;-;."
Rolando
*Terrel eyed the kid for a moment upon him receiving his drink and raising his glass to what felt like just a regular conversation. This place definitely had some weird vibes going on here, though Terrel just decided to go along with it. This is what he gets for bringing his wolves to dinner.*"You guys have some funky looking Apple juice here."*He said, ignoring what attention was already being brought to the table. Terrel hardly considered Apple juice and salad to go together as is, though he couldn't question a kid's food combination choice. It was never bound to make sense.*"You bought this place... With who's money...?"*He questioned more skeptically towards the answer he gave. What idiot sold this place to a toddler? They really must have had nothing to lose with that idea.*
Martha
Sorry, been super busy, I'll try and squeeze in a reply in a bit
Christopher
*He continues to eat his salad and sipping the apple smelling blood like liquid, an obvious satisfied smile on her face.*

"Well, when i was still at sea i didn't really spend that much money, And apparently the crew haven't been visiting 'Special needs woman' ever since i became captain according to my first mate."

*Nyem nyem nyem, swallow, sip.*

"All that extra money ended up becoming this shop."

*Shrugs, continuing his little feast.*
Rolando
*Terrel sat in silence for a while, trying to process what he was saying. Captain of a crew at sea?*"Could have fooled me kid."*He said, idly, giving a light shake of his head.*"You look too young to be running this place, but I guess with enough money anyone can be in charge give or take."*The Silnari eyed the thickly coated beverage he was drinking while he sipped his own water, it almost seeming familiar to him in a way, though apple juice was hardly the name he'd give it.*
Walter
"...What" *To be honest he sorta blacked out halfway through the conversation and couldn't remember anything, wait how was he even here in the first place? Where was he?!* 

*In his hand was a small beautifully decorated teacup previously having something liquidy inside it as evident of small droplets of some kind of black thick liquid sat at it's bottom... When had he drank it? And what the hell did he drink-*
Christopher
*This everyone is what you call a reality shift, Xylon has always been there everyone knows that, well, their all unsure of how exactly it ended up like this, but that is beside the point.*

*Roland finishes up his meal and takes another little sip of his Apple Juice flavoured replicant, a satisfied smile on her face as he looks at everyone.*

"Hmm, so anything we can talk about, ooooh~ maybe share some gossip and news about stuff?"

*He said, his legs waving in delight under the table.*
Rolando
*Terrel glanced over at Xylon as the Silnari finally came to.*"Nice to see you present again."*He said, flicking the raccoon on his forehead before leaning back and deciding to actually continue eating his pasta while he spoke to Roland.*"I'm sure my ally here has a lot to say about why he keeps disappearing off."*The Silnari said, figuring he'd be more up to sharing stuff that happened. Terrel didn't speak as often when it isn't needed, allowing others to say their piece while he idly listened.*
Walter
"Huh? Oh uh.." *He trailed off again trying to remember some things leading up to this event, but he came up blank so he decided to just roll with it.*

"Well i don't have any gossip nor do i got a story to tell so uh i can't really share much" *He sets down the teacup and kicked his leg though not in any mood just force of habit at this point.*
Christopher
"Oh come on Mr. Racoon, you must have *Something* Hidden deep down under that you wanna let out, mmm~?"

The 'Child' shuffles in their seat now totally invested in this little racoon man, a subtle smile reminiscent to how cruel a child can actually be.

"If you tell us then I'll give you a free drink~!"
Walter
"...That sounds weird, anyway no amount of free stuff is getting you answers that i don't have- it's like that word that means nothing uh... It's no- nonexi- oh god dammit-" *He continues to struggle on the word before slamming his head on the table shaking the trinkets and utensils on it in frustration* "I can't say it but you still won't get answers- though free drinks are tempting."
Rolando
"Keep your head on."*The Silnari said to Xylon, gradually finishing the food on his plate and placing it down for all the wolves to begin investigating with their own food long gone. He turned to face Roland for the time being, saying:*"I wouldn't mind taking a look at this shop of yours if you're fine with that. My wolves here seem about finished up with their meals and they tend to get antsy if I be too long."
Christopher
"Sure thing!, Let me finish up first thought."

*She quickly finishes her meals and tidies her self, not even thinking about the bronze, rose embossed vial on her left pocket.*

"Okay I'm all set, *Claps hand*, follow me, right, and the floofers."

*A difficult expression appears on her face because on one hand, she wants cuddles from floofers, on the other hand, the floofers might just wreck the shop if she let them all in.*

"Hnmmmmm, nnmmmmm.."
Walter
"What about the floofers?" *He asked curiously now seemingly forgotten his spelling mistakes though he still felt abit bitter.* "Also I'm also curious on what you have in this place aside from weird drinks that make people's heads fuzzy?"
Rolando
*Terrel gave a nod and got out of his seat, the action alone causing all his wolves to jump out of their chairs in a cascade of darkness to see where he was going. He allowed the two children to talk amongst each other, most of his focus on the items placed around the restaurant before he glanced back towards Xylon.*"You coming?"*He asked.*"Better to continue conversation on the way."
Walter
"Yeah I'm coming, all this sitting around is making my legs itch" *He got out of his seat whilst watching the wolves jump at attention to follow their pink haired leader anywhere inside the restaurant but after saying something to the white haired girl(?)* "Does this place offer "Free samples" Of everything?"
Christopher
*Into the sbop you both go, and what greets you first is a pleasant if not medicinn'y scent pluming from an Alchemy kit to your left, to your right is racks filled with random goods and knicknacks, Infront of you a little bit to the right is an alleyway, and inside it in the bottom middle of the left wall is a sneaky little fireplace.*

"The sea brought goods plus the more special ones are inside if your interested ;-;"
Rolando
*Terrel followed after Roland, idly taking in the place with the random items it carried. Part of him doubted he'd find too many things of interest, but there was no shame in stocking up before having to get on the road again. Besides, there was still the chance of the special items being as good as he let on.*"Alright."*He said in response.*"Let's see what this place has to offer."