As the barkeep came out from behind the area, food in hand, Julian practically leapt with joy. It smelled so good and he was starving. When the food was place in front of him, he grabbed a roasted vegetable and shoved it in his mouth. "Friends?" he said, still chewing on the veggie. "No, no, no. These three have found themselves in a bit of a predicament." He put another vegetable in his mouth and chewed happily. He then grabbed the tray of food and slide it in front of himself. He wasn't sure if she was planning on him sharing this food with the raccoons at the table but that was not going to happen. He was far too hungry to share.

"You see," he said as he shoved a piece of meat into his mouth, tucking it in his cheek so he could talk properly. "This one," he said as he patted Rookie on the top of his head. "Found a magical orb that he probably shouldn't have and now a there's a universe after them. Which is interesting." He happily started to chew the piece of meat, giving a low purr of pleasure at the taste. "Wonderful food Ameila, wonderful food." He knew she didn't out right tell him her name but the raccoons. But Julian took it as if she had personally introduced herself to him instead.

The barmaid gave a little nod of appreciation.

"So @BunniesOfDoom, will you be staying here?" She forced a sound of inconvenience into her voice but it was slightly obviously put on.
"We have rooms upstairs, I guess I could find you one."

"Hey, uh, can us three actually get (separate) menus? We have been to so many universes, and there is a lot of cuisine. But, for drinks, We'll be fine with water," said Rufus.
"as if they have that," said Rummage.
"Why wouldn't they?" Came out of Rookie's blather hole.
"remember that universe with sulfuric acid instead of water?"
"yeah, yeah I do."

Julian watched the raccoons and the barkeep, giving a slight shrug as she asked if he wanted a room. "I hadn't planned on staying but seeing how interesting this place is, perhaps I will stay." He took another piece of meat and popped it into his mouth. He let out a grumble of enjoyment before peering down at the multitude of raccoons.

"So magical orb?" He really, really wanted to get his hands on that orb. Not because he wanted to realm jump, he can do that just fine already, but because he wanted to see what kind of item was causing these three little critters so much trouble but it seemed like they were content to just out right ignore him and his attempts at viewing the magical item. He just watched as they went about discussing the drinks they have had in other realms and he felt his mouth pucker as if he ate something sour. He was not a fan of being ignore. So he had a choice to make. He could grab the critters and shake the orb out of them, that one was his personal favorite, or he could just wait until they acknowledged him across the table. Unfortunately for the raccoons, Julian just really wasn't a patient man. So with a sigh and a look of determination similar to when he was attempting his experiments, he slid his chair back from the table and stood.

He gave his arms a shake as if shaking off dust before he took a few steps over to the raccoon that they had named the orb keeper. He quietly hummed to himself before he reached down and attempted to pick the raccoon up, right out of his chair. He would then give the raccoon a variable shake as if he could materialize the orb out of thin air. "Let. Me. See. That. Orb!" his words punctuated with a shake of the critter.

Mordechi’s feet dragged slowly through the more sludge than snow of what seemed a frozen forest.

But why did his feet drag?

Why did he move so slowly, feel so terribly lethargic? He wasn’t cold (he was never cold), he had been multitudes more exhausted before, and was still able to hunt down any beast.

Plus, hadn’t he gotten what he wanted, ultimately? Now he could see all the places he read about, if he wanted. He could even build a library, collect his own books to read at his leisure.

He could do almost anything he wanted now.

So then why, oh why, did his feet drag?

Why did he feel so soul weary?

Perhaps, for the first time, he was lonel- and then the inn appeared.

He had unwittingly walked into what in springtime would be a meadow, but for now was coated with a layer of glittering snow, a little inn centered quaintly in the circular opening of trees.

It looked a simple lodging, made of bricks and logs and planks, a soft orange glow coming from the windows. But more than that, much more than that, the smell of food.

Mordechai’s mouth began to water. Mordechi nearly smiled. Nearly. Perhaps he was not soul weary! Likely he was merely hungry, and the inn was sure to have food, and so he entered-

-and immediately froze at the completely absurd sight in front of him. What seemed a Kaftos Ektroma, but couldn’t be, cause of the huge wings that hung from his back, was shaking some sort of furry black and white animal, and yelling something about an orb??

“Uhh…” Mordechi stared.

Was the man trying to… assert dominance over the animal?? Or something…???

Though, he supposed it didn’t really matter. All he wanted was food.

He shook his head to clear his thoughts, and with heavy footsteps full of snow he abled over to the bar, pulled out a stool, and sat. It seemed the bartendress was attending to the man and his… pet, at the moment, so he waited patiently to be attended to.

"We don't really do menus, let me know what you are after and I'll see what we can do." The barmaid managed to inform the raccoons before one of them was hoisted into the air.
Sternly staring at Julian she was about to scold him when another newcomer entered, notably bringing with them far less chaos than the previous few.

"Same goes for you, what can I get ya?" She asks the traveller.

As the suited man was attacking rookie, the two other raccoons went below the table and nodded. they knew what to do.
As "Julien" or whatever his name was was attacking their BROTHER, the raccoons snuck into the trench coat.
Suddenly, a six-foot figure in a trench coat tapped on his shoulder.
"Hello sir. it seems your behavior is pretty..."
suddenly, before Julian could respond, a strange bulge was moving down the sleeve. suddenly...
"TRASHY!" BAM! rufus had jumped out and latched himself to the guy's face!
as Julian took rufus off, rufus took out his portal gun and his two bros.
"YOU'RE LUCKY I ORDERED OUR ROOM TWO DAYS IN ADVANCE!"
As rufus created the portal, he said two things,
"JJ, you should know that we did training for this! also, it's in my guidebook, section 4 chapter 65 and page 1187!"
As he showed off the page, he said one more thing,
"HERE BARTENDER/WAITER/WHATEVER JOB YOU HAVE! DON'T ASK HOW I GOT THIS! ALSO, ADD THE WATERS TO OUR TAB!"
as he chucked a suitcase full of ten million dollars, he disappeared, and so did the portal.
There was no trace of the raccoons, except a few scratches on the table, and a leash for rummage.

He didn’t have to wait long, as the bartendress asked for his order almost a moment after. He barely had a second to ponder what sustenance an Upperworld inn might have before, suddenly, a tall, dark figure in a trenchcoat seemingly materialized behind the man holding the black and white creature.

Mordechai instinctively jumped out of his seat and reached for his sword, but his hand grabbed empty air. He had barely enough time to scold himself in forgetting that the weapon had been taken from him before another black and white animal suddenly leapt from the mysterious figure’s sleeve onto the other man’s face with a cry. Then, just as quickly, the thing took out some sort of device and made what Mordechi could only assume was a portal, chattering on all the way, until, finally, it let out one last rapid sentence and all three animals disappeared, leaving behind a black rectangular box with a handle.

Mordechi stared.

The animals had spoken.

What the hell.

They had created a portal! Just like that.

What the hell.

However, he supposed it seemed the threat was gone, so…

He slowly allowed himself to relax his stance, and carefully eased back onto the barstool he had been at. He cleared his throat, a little awkwardly, then called, “Um, do you happen to have any kind of meat?”

Julian didn't seem to be getting any answers from the raccoon he was shaking. He didn't even see an orb drop out either. He would have stopped either way but a tap on the shoulder had him turning to find himself face to face with a man that wasn't there a moment ago. He raised an eyebrow. The man spoke about his behavior but before Julian could respond, there was a furry torpedo launching itself directly into Julian's face.

"Mother fu-" his words caught off as the thing latched onto his face and clung with sharp little claws. Julian released the raccoon he had a hold on to grab a hold of the one on his face. He pulled, feeling its little claws dragging along his scalp and cheeks. He ripped the raccoon off before reaching up to feel along the side of his face, feeling the burning sensation of claw marks there. He moved his hand in front of his face to see that it was tinted with blood as well. "My face! It's the only thing going for me!"

He went to go throw the raccoon but it had wiped out some kind of gun. A portal appeared where he shot and Julian sneered at the thing. "You vile," he took a step towards the raccoons, "disgusting, little VERMIN!" He reached out to snatch one of them before they disappeared into the portal but, alas, he was too slow. "I better not get a disease!" He called out into the air where the portal was. He felt along his face again, releasing a low hiss at the burning sensation that occurred. "God damn rodents," knowing full well that raccoons were not part of the rodent family. He dabbed at his face with his sleep and huffed as he picked up the tray of food. He completely ignored the suitcase of money. He didn't have any use for the stuff.

He made his way to the bar and sat down at it, grumbling all the while about his face was his only ticket and he needed it to be in pristine condition. He set his tray down at the bar before taking a seat at it. He cursed once more before he stuck another piece of meat in his mouth.