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*The Inn was comforting, unlike outside where the snow harshly fell, the smell of cooked meat basking around the room, giving a comforting feel to this. James made this cabin into a Inn, and a place to sell his Butchered meats.**James sighed to himself, as he took his Butcher knife, chopping the meat with precision, feeling his heart slightly race, since he saw the meat twitch due to the nerves still working slightly since it was fresh.**James smiled to himself, his smile was creepy, almost on the brink of insanity as he continued to get the meat off the bone, cutting it properly to sell as cut meat, blood staining his apron.**James' head perked up, no longer looking creepy but friendly as he turned to see a familiar face, you. you was a regular, always getting the same meat each time they come in.*
"Hey, you. The usual?" *James asked, wiping his hands of the blood on the towel as he asked, leaning on the counter slightly.* "The snow's comin' down pretty hard, you sure you're able to drive in this weather?"
*James said, a small smirk on his face as he looked simply polite, as if he was a simple, charming man, although there was a simple undertone of something more in his voice.*
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