Death nods understandingly, "Every experience will come to bear in time." Raven adds, "And there's always room to pick up new tricks in this odd little reality."
Death fidgets, pushing up invisible glasses. "Well, I guess there's no time for the present to start. Um, I should, you know, get going. But, uh, I'll definitely come by once the bar's operational!"
Death shifts a bit, looking thoughtful. "Indeed, our paths might cross again. Though I must admit, not all of my encounters are as... conversational as this one."
Death's departure leaves the room feeling oddly emptier, the weight of his presence now noticeably absent. The gentle glow that had been illuminating the area seems to fade slightly, casting a dimmer hue over the bar.
Your new venture begins.
Next
The raven flaps its wings, landing on the edge of the counter. "Quite the encounter, wasn't it? Not many can claim they've chatted with Death in a bar. And got the bar!"
You take a moment to let everything sink in. The reality of your situation, the task ahead, and the enigmatic raven still watching you with its inquisitive eyes.
The raven tilts its head, eyes twinkling with mischief. "But, before we dive into all the serious bar business... Breakfast time!"
You blink in surprise.
The raven nods vigorously. "Yes, indeed! Did you think I'd let my new business partner starve? Not on my watch!"