Ask the Witch's Brew inn

Zephrick: Hello? thought you were forgotten down here? No, No. We did not forget you, you are always in the back of our minds, we just do not have much to work with and know vary little what would interest your world to see. but that is not why I am here. I see so many worry about time, running out, wasting it, not having enough, and yet, failing to get what that means. the story will end at some point, so why not make it a good one? why do something you hate? Because someone has to? because you make money? the truth is, you waste time doing what you hate, so you can do what you love, but never think of how to make what you love earn itself a failed story or bad book does not a success kill. you just need to dust yourself off and try again, learning form before. people with passions for something will find if they follow their hearts, even if it is not perfect, you can still do great. I know you can.

Salem: If I need to explain there, Wade, As a Wraith, Lacks cells, and any organs inside of him, he is just a gel like thing and a skeleton made of some non-matter stuff. Zephrick is a Dragon of some kind, they run far too hot inside for any virus to live when healthy. also, please use hand sanitizer.

Wade: I was not expecting you so soon, Sorry. Mortem: oh, that is more then fine. I wanted to show early.

Salem: I really do not like this.

Wade: I take it from how you are standing, you are going to send this answer though the portal. Salem: Yep. I am going to do that just so they can see it.

my blue tabby friend calls themselves Schizo. A pure black cat named themselves Depress and a pink tuxedo cat who chose to be called Mani those are not their real names. just what they like to be called I also have a two headed dog as a friend, Orthros and Fluffy. those ones I did name as I found them shortly after a vary dark moment in their lives, their mother had died and their other brother was watching them. their brothers live with other lords now, and are still alive.

Wade: I can’t really tell when it is, this is the only place we can kinda get to though this portal we are using. I hope I am not too Early, I just wanted to be ahead of the game for once... wait. that was pun... BLESS IT! I hate those also, my eye hurts now.

Zephrick: I have friends. they may be cats and dogs, but they are my friends.

Wade: I likely should not have told you that much. but the man is consistent in showing up, the only time he has failed to show up at those times, something was physically stopping him. I can and have set my watch to him.

Zephrick: if you mean Pronoun wise, I use Male ones, aka, I am He/Him, past that there is not much to think of. I am a Mother, Father, grandmother and Grandfather all at the same time Salem: don’t think about it too much. it hurts even us to. Wade: *CONFUSED SOUNDS* Salem: prof.

and now some Art of Zephrick. my hand hurts.

Some art of Salem Wishbrew

some art of Wade Phobus.

Other Information: No one is sure if this is the real god or just a mortal high priest of the god who chose to live in the village. He leads most festivals in the village and spends time with the inn, alongside his adopted Grandson, Salem. He is the wisest on other worlds and the gods who live within the world he stays in.

other Information: Wade appears to be emotionally dead. The cold and calculated nature of the man leads to that though. His shop is located across the street from the Inn and spends much time with his friend, Salem, who he says he is good friends with. No one knows where he lives as he just seems to appear in his shop and disappear when the door locks at midnight, only to return when it opens at 5 A.M. He often hints in conversation of his past to things that harmed his mind and body, but seems more then unwilling to share much at once.

Name: Salem L.L. Wishbrew Age: ?????? ((appears to be 21)) Gender: Male Race: Half-Elf Occupation: Inn Keeper Hair Colour: Brown Eye Colour: green other Information: Salem is the eccentric owner of the Witch’s Brew inn, and little is known about him past his work in the inn and the fact he likes to play games with guests on his time off. No one knows where the man came from or how long he has been in the inn, all they know is that he has been there for as long as anyone can remember along side the inn he owns and he has a single purple button on his jacket.