[Oddey]

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Chapter 10

Safety of the Inn

The door was wide open and the clakker looked at them with slight surprise, then ushered them in.
"Hurry it up, I don't have time ta open and close doors." Said the clakker impatiently. Finklar looked at him dissaprovingly. Pushing that aside, he walked over to the counter. Once there, he drummed his claws against the table patiently, as if to show the clakker how it was done. Whether or not the clakker was listening, the Innkeeper came over to them. He was a clakker too, a bit older and possibly smarter than the other one though.
"So, you here fer a room?" Asked the innkeeper, cutting straight to the chase. Finklar didn't have anything against it, but it didn't seem polite.
"Yes. How much are they?" Replied Finklar.
"Uhhh... Hold on a minute," Said the clakker, reaching underneath the counter and pulling out a pricing list, "Yeah uh... For you fellows, that'll be 300 moolah." Finklar really wasn't in the mood for argueing about the price and just paid it and waited for the room number.
"Right, your room is 7... Better take 8 just in case I already gave somebody 7." Said The innkeeper, before walking off to cater other customers.

The inn was a host to some things that not even Finklar had seen. Off in the corner, there was a slig with a huge brimmed hat, which concealed his face. Over at another table, three slug-like creatures were playing a game of cards, and Finklar thought he could see a glukkon wearing mechanical pants. At a table near where Finklar had decided to sit, there was a literally legless mudokon. Instead, he had a heavily modified pair of flying slig pants. Finklar had ordered something to eat, namely an opple omlette. How they made such a thing, Finklar wasn't sure, but it tasted great. Abe had gotten himself an assortment of plants and greens, while Germ was sitting with five packits of fuzzle bites.

After the meal, Finklar and Abe had gone upstairs to go to sleep. Germ hadn't actually finished his food yet so he had stayed downstairs. 'That slig needs to eat less. He's going to kill himself with that kind of diet.' Thought Finklar as he opened the door to their room. It was empty and looked like nobody had used it for a while. The beds looked good enough too. 'Adequate, but not perfect.' Thought Finklar as he sat down on the bed. It was just as fine as it looked. Abe was already asleep. Anywhere seemed to be good enough for him. Finklar closed his eyes and slowly felt himself becoming less and less self-consious. With that, he was asleep.