[Rem]

Rem served the sleeping woman his best, creamiest potato and bacon soup, the sort that warmed you right up from head to toe, as well as filled you up. He served other customers as they came and went for awhile, then managed to catch himself a bit of a catnap in the back. He could have had his pick of rooms, but actually preferred sleeping on a small cot in a little room that angled back off the storeroom, amongst bags of potatos and boxes of glasses. He liked being close to the bar if anyone happened to enter the inn - the ringing bell usually woke him up in that case. He also preferred it as to the somewhat ostentatious rooms that were upstairs, he was a much simplier man than that.

He awoke from his nap to the low murmur of voices and quickly rose from bed, exiting the curtained storeroom moments later. Rubbing sleep from his eyes, he looked around and noticed Michael first, giving the man a warm, if sleepy smile. "'Allo there...did yehr sleep well, an foin' everyfing awroight upstairs?" He also waved to Espy, then reached for his apron and tied it on, a hand lifting to smooth his fluffy cat ears, and then hair.

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