The door continued to open with a creek as a head popped around the door. Looking into the room, the person did not enter at all, only the head coming through the doorway. Catching the sight of the open windows, the head disappeared behind the doorway instantly, the door remained open. Norbert just saw blonde strands of hair disappearing, the instant they appeared.
Standing still as he watched, he confirmed the blonde locks wouldn't appear again as the dust settled once more, looking around at his work, happy that it was a bit better than before.
Walking towards the door, Norbert opened it and saw one of the servers standing before him. Not paying attention to her, Norbert looked up and down at the woman standing before him.
Her hair was cut short, and she was in a simple multi-coloured dress with sleeves tied around her waist and a brown apron. She continued to look at her body, trying to see what was different from hers. Looking at her exposed arm, Norbert spotted it. The lady instantly covered up the stitches trailing down and around her arm, and the discoloured and spotty skin was plain and open for the world to see.
Norbert smiled at her, wondering what happened to the woman for something like that to happen. Clearing his throat, Norbert let the single word hang in the air. "Yes?"
"Ah, sir, your meal is ready and waiting for you downstairs." She finished, heading to the ladder and jumping down in one go, holding her dress down to stop it from rising over her head.
As Norbert looked back, both his companions quickly moved towards him and up on his shoulder, thinking of the mask in the chest, dismissing the need for it down there. Norbert locked the door behind him.
Staring at the lock, curiosity spiked as he changed his vision to magic, surprised at the runes he saw. Unlocking the door, Norbert saw a pulse enter the lock, draining itself from the walls and the rest of the door.
Confirming it worked as average, Norbert locked the door again, seeing it once more spread out the magic and sit there, changing his vision back to normal as he placed the key inside his coat pocket before remembering what had happened to it before as he took the pendant off, attaching it there and placing it under his shirt once again.
Heading to the ladder, Norbert looked down, confirming it was clear, holding his sword next to his body so as not to hit the hole in the floor. Norbert jumped down to the ground level below.
A thud went around the common room as Norbert landed, bending his knees to take the landing as he looked around the bar. The same people were around as before, all giving him an eye before dismissing him, going back to their own conversations and leaving the human to his own buisness.
Looking around the room, Norbert sees one empty table with three plates and a single chair in front of the door. Norbert walked towards it, seeing steam coming off the food. His two companions took flight off his shoulders and sat on the table at either of their seats.
Shaking his head and having two walking stomachs, Norbert went to the chair and sat at the table. Norbert looked down at the meat and vegetables; at the other two, the bird was sitting in front of crackers on a plate with some meat, and the fox was sitting in front of a slab of raw meat.
He is not even bothering to know the types. Norbert picked up the wooden cutlery and dug in without saying a word, and his two animals also dug in with gusto.
Halfway through the meal, Norbert took a sip of the drink, swashing it down his mouth as he felt it rehydrate him. Its bubbles tickled his throat as it went down into his stomach.
Belching loudly, Norbert wiped his mouth before continuing to eat. Not caring for the sight of him eating could cause those around him to devour the food.
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Finishing the meal, Norbert placed his cutlery on his plate as the door opened right in front of Norbert. The last rays of sunlight shone on his party as he looked up at the covered person who had just walked in.
The door closed behind the person as they continued walking through, sitting at the bar as they unwrapped themselves. The waitress came around with the door closed to pick up the empty dishes.
He kept his cup with him, signalling to get a refill, as another waitress that hadn't gone upstairs with Norbert, this one also having blonde hair but going halfway down her back, tied up into a high ponytail, the slightly curly hair trying to escape from its confines.
The cup was filled to the brim; Norbert nodded his thanks as he took a sip, the fruity drink washing down his meal and placing the mug on the table, Norbert looked at the fox as he took a coin out of his pouch and spun it around.
"What am I going to do with you?" Norbert asked, looking at the fox, having curled itself up into a ball after the meal, watching as its stomach slowly rose and fell. Reaching out, Norbert patted the fox; he lost himself in the thought of what to do as he continued to sip his drink.
He, too, took a sip only for nothing to come out, surprised that he had finished it and could not remember what he was thinking about. Standing up, Norbert waved to the bartender and servers as he picked up the fox, who was still sleeping. Obsius fluttered over to his shoulder, landing on it as Norbert made his way to the ladder again.
Once more in his room, Norbert looked around as the dust was less than before. He was drawing the curtains, mostly allowing the dust to exit the room. Flopping down on the bed, only a tiny amount of dust went up as he looked up at the ceiling, the sandstone roof above him staying there.
Staring up at it, Norbert wondered if there was anything up there, remembering the seats on the roof out the window that people sat on. He did not see any way to get to the roof of his building.
Hopping off the bed, Norbert walked towards the window as he stood on the sill, stepping out and grabbing onto the roof. Digging his hands in, confirming that they wouldn't fall off, Norbert pulled himself up as he looked around the roof, confirming that nobody was up there, only his head visible.
Pulling himself up the rest of the way, Norbert stood on the tallest roof for several houses around him. Most of them only being one story buildings, the theme for most of them around here being short and squat to the ground. He could look down at the people on the road outside as several pointed and looked in his direction at the person acting strange, before dismissing the stranger and continuing with their day.
Walking away from the edge, Norbert looked at the contents of the roof, and the empty building looked back at Norbert. Kicking the dirt and dust that made it onto the rooftop, happy that nothing dead was seen around him,, Norbert wondered what he could do up there.
Obsius was is flying off his shoulder, Norbert losing track of the bird as it flew away into the city around him, heading back the way he had and me, Wondering what possibly had caught the bird's attention.
Shrugging his shoulders, Norbert turned towards the empty rooftop as he unsheathed his sword. Looking around the place, I found it utterly empty of anything to do. Rolling his shoulders, feeling his back muscles pop and stretch, Norbert went into the first stance, facing side-on as he held the sword in one hand, increasing the energy around his body; Norbert felt it within himself. I went through the forms, idly looking at the other rooftops, confirming that there wasn't anybody about it.
As he continued the exercises, the sun started to set, and he lowered the energy within his body. Letting the strain of the sword take over him as he continued through his movements. The sweat dripped down his arms as he felt his muscles burn for the first time in a long time after a workout.
Sitting down, Norbert kept his energy low to stem the recovery as he bathed in the bliss of the workout. The moon came up with Obsius still not in sight, Norbert letting the bird do whatever it deemed, knowing she would return when needed. The city's lights twinkled around as they came about, the Colosseum taking up the view fully lit up even during the night, a mark visible from wherever you were in the city.
Hearing voices from the other roof, Norbert looked to the side, people climbing up from the ladder out the back of the building and sitting in the chairs. Passing a bottle around as they started talking, Norbert drowned them out as he looked at the Colosseum. Sitting on the roof's edge, Nor, Bert retested sword on the ledge he was sitting on beside. He kicked his feet in the air as it went backwards, hitting the side of the wall.
After finishing the first tune, hearing shouts from the side starts to whistle. Dismissing them, Norbert continued to whistle, wondering what tomorrow would bring him. His body is cooling down in the night air.