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Rule Neu Aztlan, Neu Aztlan Rules The Lake

(depression has struck me, I have lost the head piece for my knight...my poor Arondight, my imperial knight is now the Headless Gallant)

???: we will render everything in this world unto it's rightful ruler.

The chant echoes the hall followed by the clanging of metal three times...

Treasures of unmeasurable power shifted among the pile they rested upon reflecting off the sunlight emitting into the room gold coins flying into the air with a snort as a beast raises it's head buried in the mountain of wealth

Gold sliding off it's platinum scales as it's slumber is disturbed staring out the skylight as if sensing multiple voices chanting out the coming of a new era

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(Y/n): too ugly.

Evelyn: my Lord, that is the 30th applicant and you've only employed two.

You skimmed through the papers at the multiple people trying to apply to work at your inn

Thanks in due part to Demiurge kidnapping a quarter of the city's population many residents are forced to look for work to support themselves and inns apparently made the most money, fortunately for them you opened one yourself

Unfortunately, staying true to your words your only hiring specific people, and by specific your being misogynistic and only hiring beautiful women

Hey, it's an inn and beauty sells

(Y/n): at least the two I hired could read and write I'm certain if the others could do one of two I would hire them, but they do not.

Evelyn: with that attitude I don't believe this inn will flourish, my Lord.

(Y/n): your creator would understand where I'm coming from, but at the moment he is not...what about the three I hired yesterday?

Evelyn: they are correctly working on the ground floor serving drinks, but until we employ more we can't rent any rooms for patrons to rest in.

(Y/n): ...fine, hire these two make sure they all they do is make sure the rooms are clean.

Evelyn: it will be done, Lord Gier.

(Y/n): hm, I wonder if he's at the Empire's capital already.

You stand up fixing your scarf in the nearest mirror when you hear a commotion downstairs

(Y/n): really...Evelyn should anyone ask for me say I have already left for the Empire.

She nods, being a maid herself this shouldn't be that much of a hassle and the fact that she looked like an elf boosted your popularity among the Nobles walking down the stairs seeing a man yelling at your staff

???: I'm sorry sir, but we don't accept that currency and not only that we are an inn not a brothel.

???: come on, inns don't keep pretty girls unless their for sale

???: we are not a brothel, sir.

(Y/n): what is going on.

???: back off buddy.

The woman gasps as the man tells you off slamming his hand on your bar table

???: just accept the mo- eh!!

You slam your fist into his hand a crunching noise following after as the man falls to his knees trying to pry his hand free from your fist

(Y/n): it is Marquis von Cainhurst you miscreant, and this is my establishment and my employee has stated we don't run a brothel so why don't you head off to the nearest stable and fuck one of your kind, pig.