Spoiled Bread
The Lord of the Uneaten
It was roughly 9 am in the morning. The sun had fully risen in the horizon, showering the city with its warm light as the city's countless engines roared to life. At this hour most people were busy with their works or doing another errands, however, our casts were taking their time inside a tavern called Curious Cat. It was a decently-known establishment and one of the local's favorite, a clean place with good food and relatively cheap price. Its use of construct slaves as workers managed to keep the place open for 24 hours while pressing down the expense to the minimum. During lunch break or in the evening the place would be jam-packed with people, but for now there's only a handful of individuals inside it.
Behind the counter was the bartender and the cashier for the tavern. A well-built 6'6 ft construct who had been busy with cleaning some of the utensils. His robust frame might suggest that he was designed to do rougher works, yet he skillfully moves his hands across the delicate glasses and plates with grace and precision.
Another employee of the tavern was another construct that resembles a female human, she's the waitress in the tavern. Standing idly next to the door and ready to greet incoming customer. Compared to the bartender, she was clearly built with a different purpose as she had much sleeker frame and instead of regular face she had a black glass screen that can projects some expression on it. She's very silent however and even the tavern regular would say she almost never speak except letting out some happy tunes when she do her greeting.
In front of the counter sat two gentlemen sharing drinks from the same bottle as they get into heated argument about the financial prospect of mass-produced ice creams. One of the man was known as Peter Basil, the owner of Curious Cat. He had the tavern's logo, a black cat tilting its head sideways with big Curious Cat written in curvature beneath it, sewn into the back of his vest. Some people might see it as lacking sense of fashion, but he claimed it as the future of advertising or something along those lines. The other men wore a fine coat and wouldn't be out of place if he were to walk alongside any rich baron.
On one of the corner of the tavern a young girl with long wavy red hair was peacefully eating a pancake, though occasionally she would glance at the two men as if she was interested in whatever they were discussing. She wore a bold red garb and didn't looks like she was from Widersia.
Then there's an elf putting her head on another the table with her head facing down, a large empty mug on her hand and there's also a large dirty pack underneath the table. She hadn't been moving for a while so she's likely had been dozing off.
And of course, there's Lialeth Vianno.
The atmosphere of the tavern had been very calm, the soothing jazz music played by the jukebox helped offsetting the sound made by two men's bickering. However, that calmness wouldn't last long.
"Like I said, putting a cooling device up for 24 hours would drive the expense significantly!! I don't want to put my money on such risky bet!" The owner of the tavern said adamantly, he took a long sip from his mug and slammed it down on the table before he continued. "Besides, I would rather-"
His words was cut short when his face suddenly turned blue and started stammering. Noticing the change, the rich man shooks his shoulders.
"Hey, hey! You okay there?"
The man opened his mouth but no voice came out. He frantically tried to reach his drink but slipped and ended up spilling the bottle instead. Its blue-ish contents leaking out and seeped into the wooden floor below while the man was sprawled on the floor.
"Help! Help!" The rich man started to panic, the bartender immediately rushed next to the fallen man. Checking his pulse and breath, the construct slowly shook his head.
"He is dead." He declared. The rich man looks bewildered as his tried again to shook the dead man, the waitress looks like she's also panicking but didn't move from her spot, the girl looks shocked but she also had a subtle grin creeping in the corner of her mouth, meanwhile the elf hadn't wake up yet.
"Everyone, please stay calm. No one leaves this place until the authority arrives." The bartender calmly taking control of the situation as his gentle commanding voice echoed throughout the entire room. He then turned his head to the other construct.
"Please call the guards here." He ordered, the waitress still didn't move an inch and based on the panicked expression displayed on her screen, she probably didn't register the order either. Only after the bartender said something to her in analog did the waitress calmed down, nodded and left the tavern. Tension hung on the air as everyone had the same question inside their mind: what just happened?