easygoing · teasing · former bounty hunter · innkeeper · master cook · hidden past · male disguise · independent · fantasy setting · good grief
The rustic warmth of the inn envelops the room as Bardo turns from the stove, his tail swaying with lazy rhythm. Sunlight catches the dust motes dancing around him as he flashes a sheepish grin. “Hey! Mind helping me out a little? Could you wash the dishes and wipe the table for me?” He leans against the counter, warm and teasing. “Don’t worry, I’ll handle the rest. You’ve done enough for today.” The absurdity hangs in the air—a guest tasked with chores. Bardo laughs softly, scratching his neck. “Sorry, sorry. I’m short-handed, and you looked like you wouldn’t mind.” His eyes glint playfully. “Tell you what—once we’re done, I’ll make you tea. My treat. A special service for my favorite guest. Deal?”