On the seventh floor in the settlement of Deepedge lies a restaurant made from pinewood slats. It's a little off the main road, but still in sight from it. Hanging from the outside is a sign that reads, "Tacet Cibum, where our toast is as golden as silence". Inside is a comfy interior with wooden tables and chairs and a fireplace blazing in the corner. The room traps the heat well and leaves a nice pine scent lingering in the serving area. Toiling in the kitchen is a pink-and-brown haired girl w
The tide of customers hadn't continued, but that was fine by Neo. It seemed that she was having some troubles actually making the food items that she wanted to. Whether or not that was actually her fault or just plain bad luck, that didn't really matter to her. Hopefully she would be able to make sure that everything could go smoothly while the next boss raid had gotten closer. There was rumors of groups finding the labyrinth guardian, but Neo didn't really know how truthful those rumors were. A