Thrall Diner の小説・ストーリー

"It smells divine. Thank you for suggesting this place." "And thank you for agreeing to join me. Most of my colleagues are terribly dull. They are all astronomy calculations and ancient text preservation techniques." Thalana leaned forward with a conspiratorial grin. "They'd never appreciate my joke about the high elf who tried to catalog raindrops. Only Nyxios, my district's heir will join me, but in a way, he’s still my boss.” The stew was rich and earthy, with complex flavors Patrina couldn't quite identify. As they ate, Thalana regaled her with stories about the Blackwood Library and its more eccentric patrons.

Which, as it also happens, is where Cordelion’s holed up with about five thousand of his coven in the moldy damp catacombs he’s had built under the mansion that doubles as his base of operations. “Ready to order, honey?” An older waitress—Jenny, according to her nametag—in her fading diner uniform and grungy apron wants to know. I fake a yawn, even cover my mouth with the back of my hand to be polite. “Sorry. I work nights, so I’m just waking up. Not quite ready to order yet, but maybe you can tell me—what’s the buzz about the evacuation?”

He just nods his head and stares back at the road. Another five minutes pass and we pull up outside “The Urban Grind Diner '', the old-style diner has been repainted to look like an 80’s theme. It is well taken care of with its red and white striped front with a massive flashing neon sign that can be seen miles away. As soon as the door opens I'm blasted with the ice-cold wind and quickly pull my puffer jacket tighter around me, I shut the door quickly and I practically run into the diner. The heat from inside instantly hits my face and makes my nose tingle but I welcome it, Adrian pushes me from behind to keep walking and I return his push with a scowl. He just laughs and walks off towards

You’ll be the bridge that gets me in contact with House Lundren. “Please follow me, dear customer! To the best inn in the area we go!” TMDOHLRAAR_GN_CCASANN

There was a knock on the door as soon as he finished speaking. Granger and Moran were there. With raised eyebrows at the throng within, Moran opened the door. "Whoa, didn't expect this many people!" After all, this was the restaurant owned by his family. When the manager stated that Thorne was present, Moran decided to stop over and say hello after he and Granger had stopped by for supper. He certainly hadn't anticipated seeing so many familiar people.

The inner district is where it ends for Thornhaven's nobility. Lucian arrives to find the remnants of Thornhaven's noble houses in the central hall, the civilians they have been protecting crowded behind them, and Kaelen's revenants pressing from three sides. Darian is at the front of the defense line, a sword in each hand, blood running from a wound along the jaw that has not slowed him and several more visible through tears in the armor that probably have. Darian sees Lucian arrive through the hall's eastern entrance and the look on his face is the specific look of someone who has been holding something together through will alone and has just been told they can stop.

As everyone finishes their meals and desserts there are many people beginning to stand and walking around mingling. “Come Derek, Davina. Let me introduce you to a few people.” I look over at Maliyah making sure she’s alright. “Do not worry Derek. I won’t let Maliyah out of my sight,” says Aspen. I nod at him and follow Bjarki. “Derek, Davina I’d like to introduce you to my captain of the guards, Thalin and his wife Tara.” “It is a pleasure to meet you both,” says Davina. “We are honored to meet the silver dragon and her mate. I am sure we will see more of each other when it comes to battle strategy,” says Thalin.

ELARIA Father and Uncle conversed in monotone as I entered the dining room for lunch. Mother sat poised at Father's side, her hands delicately cradling her fork and knife as she picked at her roasted meat. Thrystan was absent from the table, off to the Dragon Spire with the other chosen Embers under Brax's supervision. I remembered how I had asked him to include Arwyn’s name on that list; if she was there, Thrystan would likely want to be present and attentive as well.

Instead my spent cock gave a traitorous twitch, smearing a fresh bead of pre-cum down my thigh. They brought me to the great hall. Long tables were already filling with the pack: warriors, enforcers, visiting Alphas from allied clans. The scent of roasted meat and fresh bread mingled with the heavier stink of arousal. Conversation quieted as we entered. Thorne shoved me forward. I stumbled, caught myself on the edge of the head table, plug shifting hard enough to wring a choked moan from my throat. “Attention,” Ryk announced, voice carrying easily. “Our new pretty boy needs breakfast. Who wants to feed him?”

Right at this moment, a servant hesitantly entered the sitting room. "Master, Young Mistress, and Young Mistress's husband, lunch is ready. Please proceed to the Dining hall." Her soft call drifted in the hall, startling Li Chen out of his fervent recollection of the Great War. Seeing it was lunchtime, the three shifted to the dining hall and enjoyed their meal in silence.