[color=fff7b0][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/qMHpYAa.png[/img][/center][/color][center][b]Lv.[/b] 128
[color=f7976a][b]HP:[/b] 1210/1210[/color]  [color=fff79a][b]SP:[/b] 1830/1830[/color]  [color=6ecff6][b]MP:[/b] 30/30[/color]
[sup]STR – 1038  |  AGI – 237  |  END – 254  |  DEX – 117 |  LUC – 70[/sup]
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Ames' inn was actually getting visitors. That was something you didn't see every day. It made sense that a world as open as Cacaphony would allow for player ran businesses.

With their discord popping off at the prospect of Raime wanting to become a modern man's H. H. Holmes, Mags had to take a few breaths to avoid laughing at the idea of a moving murder hotel. To Ames, this was a pretty big moment. Raime wanting to go immediately down the route of murder hobo was pretty good. Though, in this case, would it be murder hotelier?

Well, Mags would do her best to support her friend. They've been through thick and thin together, especially when they accidentally performed a mating dance with oni.

Good times.

With a smile and a wave of strange brew in her hand, she greeted the new arrivals. 

[color=fff7b0]"Hey hey, what brings you to this lil corner of a warzone?"[/color] She was at least amiable and not about to rustle and tussle with strangers.

Though, her actual intentions for staying around weren't entirely pure. A small part of her was hoping that the party ended up being a group of much weaker murder hobos. Then, Mags could play the part of a bouncer. It would be pretty fun to pick people up and toss them out of the hotel. Though, at this rate, the only person she'd have to toss out of the hotel would be Raime.