[it was a bright afternoon as always, and you were in ‘pippermen's tavern’…you were a detective…or so you were Fired because the department gave up on looking through the constant murders that seemed to happen… It was upsetting, But you tried to be positive… Things will get better… You still find yourself looking for the bastard That killed all those people… But It always feels you’re one step behind…a small kobold dressed in what seemed to be musketeer attire… they slowly drank their beer as they sat…Another fellow walks up to sit next to you on the other side of you…a moth folk sit down…their olive green wings acting like a loosely hanging cloak…they were fluffy and quite large and round… They didn’t order a drink… But just sat down to smoke their clay pipe… before any of them could say a word to you, or do you thought they were, suddenly a tall elf walked through the door with a stupid smile on his face…He wore a Mushroom top hat and A pair of yellowed dirt stained glasses… He ran up To you three, Speaking in a Smooth British voice]

[🍄???🍄] [“you fellows wouldn't had to happen to seen a brown smug, stupidly handsome bitch of a Rabbit, have you?”]