Snippet #2466885

Starting on his second plate of food, Merche started browsing through his menu while he continued shoveling food in his mouth. He had noticed a few changes. First, He noticed that he reached level four. Quickly, looked at his skills tab and saw that his overall proficiency with the spear was quite a lot higher than his sword proficiency, but his shield skill took the cake, being the highest, but still within reason for someone who’s level four. Another thing he noticed was that his Battle Healing now healed 2.7 HP per second, instead of 2.1. He was about to check on his other skills until he noticed that his fork wasn’t bringing food to his mouth anymore. looking down at his plate, he saw that it was completely empty.

Trying to find the waitress, he spotted her taking the order from a brown haired kid with green eyes, and headed towards the kitchen. As Merche was about to haul over the waitress, but stopped when he heard a lot of clamoring from where the kid was seated. Looking in that direction, he saw a lot of people surrounding the table the kid sat at, screaming and shouting for him to trade his sword. Merche tried to appraise the sword from where he sat, but the other players constantly blocked his few. A few seconds later, the kid sprung up from his chair, and dashed to and up the stairs, presumably to his room. Not long after that, the players that had surrounded him dispersed, just as suddenly as they came.

“Well that *was* something.” Merche said to no one in particular. He briefly imagined what it would be like if he’d be in a situation like this, trying to sell his own crafted wares, until the waitress came walking in again, with a plate of food held in both hands. She laid it upon the table the kid had sat at earlier, but which was now obviously vacant. He eyed the plate of food before deciding to grab the plate. “It would get cold if it’s not eaten soon, it’d be waste.” He rationalized.
Quickly scurrying over towards the table, grabbing the plate, and scurrying back to his own table.
“Oh man, these scrambled eggs are delightful! Waitress, another plate of this please!” He yelled, eating his food with gusto. After emptying the contents of the plate into his maw, he started eating the third plate while looking at his stats and skills again. He seemingly learned new skills.
“High Streamer” A spear skill that did much the same as “Sonic Leap”, only ending in a thrust instead of a slash, and “Extender” a skill that elongated his spear temporarily for 20 seconds, but reducing damage done with that same weapon by 50%. He also assigned his stats, dividing them in the following proportions: Dexterity>vitality=agility>strength.

It was around half way Merche’s fourth plate that the kid(Whom he finally recognised as a girl due to her skirt, or at least hoped was a girl) entered the room again, eyes red, presumably from crying, and sat down at a table near one of the corners of the room. She hailed the waitress and ordered some dish which he couldn’t make out. Merche felt a pang of guilt, having eaten her food and seeing how solemn she looked at the moment. Deciding to at least repay her for her food, he hailed over the waitress and said; “Hey, could you get me an apple pie for that girl? Oh, and one more plate of eggs please.”