@Kyle | A play date
The son of the Inn keeper sat at the table, slicing apples as a snack for his son. Being a parent was a strange and hard job, much more work than helping his father run the Inn or working in the weapons shop. Some humans were coming and going, as it was about midday, and he paid no mind to them.
Instead he focused on preparing things for Orland and trying to avoid killing something.
Greetings, my name is Jake, and if you're a filthy human then you can leave- ugh, fine, you can stay. I don't plan on visiting the human medical center, however, so please don't give me any sicknesses-- or, more likely, migraines with your senseless chattering.