[center][h1][color=darkgreen]Linkle[/color][/h1][/center]
[center][h3][color=red][b]Merge Rate:[/b][/color] 21% [/h3][/center]

[center][color=darkgreen]Location[/color]: Frozen Highlands - Snowdin ~ Grillby's [/center]

[center][color=darkgreen][b]Level 8[/b][/color] - (67/80) + 1 [/center]

[center]Word Counter: 411 [/center]
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The interior of the bar was just as homey and inviting as anywhere else in town. At least, it look as though it had been before Linkle opened the door. Once she stepped in out of the cold she got that feeling you get when you interrupt something private and receive more than a few...not exactly hostile looks, but definitely ones that were far less friendly than she was used to. Even the dog, which was troubling enough to hake her hesitative. When even the animals gave you a look like that it was enough to make someone think that they knew some kind of secret about you. Maybe she [color=red]shouldn't have come in here. If they knew what she was they would atta-[/color]

Linkle shook the intrusive though out of her mind. Don't be stupid. They might just not like travelers. Maybe there was something going on that made her appearance suspicious or something. They didn't know about the Skull Heart. Besides, that bartender was made of fire and they weren't paying him any mind. How did he even wear clothes without them burning off? What were the glasses for if he didn't have any eyes? 

As Linkle buried the voice of the Skull Heart under a series of observations and pointless questions she heard the door swing open behind her. She turned and spotted a young red-haired woman, around the same age as her and dressed far more appropriately for this weather, come in from the snow. "I'm so sorry." Linkle said, stepping awkwardly back to give her room enough to come fully inside. Of course, what was she doing standing here and worrying? Nothing but blocking traffic, it seemed like.

That's why she happily took the living fires greeting as an invitation to walk right up to the bar. She patted herself down to look for the purse, only to realize she had given all her funds to Link. Hopefully information was free. "I was looking for a little help. I'm Linkle, wandering hero! A guy in a black coat took me from my friends and dumped me on a mountain over..." She looked around, then pointed in a direction were the mountain definitely wasn't. "Over there, I think. Has anyone like that come in here before, someone in a long black coat? Oh! Also!" She held up the lootbox. "Should I offer this to the tree? I don't want to get in trouble with any of the local gods."