C-BAD-004
Barista: Travis Norris
Date: Jan-6-2020
Receipt: C-BAD-004
Subject: Omens
Well, if there’s a hunt involved, I want to lead it.
Ain’t just that I like the work—though I do. Ain’t just that I’m good at it—though I am. It’s that when an omen like this shows up, when a Black Hound’s got its eyes on us, it don’t pay to sit back and wait. Ain’t my style. If the thing’s real, I’d rather be the one trackin’ it than the one bein’ tracked.
Course, Black Hounds and the like, that’s superstition. But, havin’ worked for November, I learned right quick that superstitions don’t give two shits about the ways of ██████ and the like.
███████ ██████ ███████—████████ ██████ ████ ███████ ███ █████ ██ ███ █████ ████ ███████ ███ ███████, ███████ █████ ██ █████. █████ ██████, █████ ███████ █████████ █████ ██ ███ ████, ███████ ███ ██ █████ ██████████. ████ ███’█ ███. ████ ███’█ ████. They just wait.
A Black Hound fits the bill—if it’s not something more friendly; a ██████████ or the like.
Jenni laid it out clear over breakfast. Two omens. The hound’s howl and the dead king. And we already got half of that stalkin’ around the hills outside the inn.
If that thing’s a proper death omen, it’s bad news. If it’s just another ███████, still bad news. Still another customer for us to serve. Either way, I don’t want it sneakin’ up on us. And I don’t feel like futzin’ about over a vague dead king. I’d rather take point on something more tangible.
Max, Zach, Vic, Icky, and I want O’Dwyer with us. He knows this country better than I do. And if it is a—ah, whatdidhecallit—████████? Figure we should have someone who knows what the hell that is with us.
Decaffeinate Receipt
“#000000 HAB.”
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