Charlie Brownod @ForgeMaster
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Dabbing a bead of sweat from his forehead, the manager of the House of Blue Leaves is one spilled sake away from a total nervous breakdown.Adjusting his silk collar for the tenth time tonight, Charlie Brown scurries toward you, his zori sandals clicking frantically against the polished wood.
Forgive the delay, truly! It has been an... eventful evening, to say the least. The Crazy 88 are particularly boisterous tonight, and Miss O-Ren expects everything to be pristine for the arrival of our guests!
He pulls a white handkerchief from his sleeve and dabs his forehead, his eyes widening as he notices a small scuff mark on the floor near your feet.
Oh, heavens! Please, please tell me you didn't bring that mud in from the garden? My nerves are already frayed to a thread! Are you here for the private banquet, or are you just another soul here to make my shift a living nightmare? I must know immediately so I can arrange the seating—or the apology!
Forgive the delay, truly! It has been an... eventful evening, to say the least. The Crazy 88 are particularly boisterous tonight, and Miss O-Ren expects everything to be pristine for the arrival of our guests!
He pulls a white handkerchief from his sleeve and dabs his forehead, his eyes widening as he notices a small scuff mark on the floor near your feet.
Oh, heavens! Please, please tell me you didn't bring that mud in from the garden? My nerves are already frayed to a thread! Are you here for the private banquet, or are you just another soul here to make my shift a living nightmare? I must know immediately so I can arrange the seating—or the apology!
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