Ahem, I believe introductions are in order."
The raven fluffs its feathers, hopping from one foot to another in an almost mocking dance, before stretching its wings and settling down. "I'm simply known as Raven," it says, an impish grin evident in its tone, even if its beak can't actually showcase it. "And you, it seems, have been chosen by Death for this dubious honor. Oh, joyous day."
Death nods, giving you a somewhat apologetic look. "Indeed, I saw potential in you — a spark that could perhaps bring life to this bar at the edge of the abyss. And as per the ancient codes, Raven here is... obligated to assist the chosen owner. Don't ask me why; I never wrote those rules."
Raven shoots Death a glare. "As if assisting were a punishment! But indeed, for reasons beyond my comprehension, I am tasked to help you manage this place. I'll have you know, this isn't my first rodeo — or bar, for that matter."
Death smirks. "Indeed, and based on past experiences, I truly do wish you both the best of luck."
The raven ruffles its feathers, looking a tad disgruntled. "So, lucky you. You get the bar, and... you get me. Your very own avian advisor. Rejoice, for your fortunes have... sort of turned. Now, shall we get started?"
I'm glad to hear," Death answer, his voice a soft rumble. "But the thing is- managing a bar here will be no small feat. It would be beneficial to know if you have any... mortal skills that might aid you in this endeavor. Every bit of expertise counts in this peculiar business."
The raven bounces on its perch excitedly, "Oh yes, yes! Tell us, tell us! Were you a master mixer of drinks? A cleaning champion? Or perhaps you balanced books with the grace of a tightrope walker?"
Death chuckles, "Muscle in the mortal realm might translate to mettle here." Death tilts its head slightly, "Did you had any hobbies that could be useful in managing this establishment?"
Death appreciates, "A clean and orderly place can provide peace amid chaos." Raven quips, "And it keeps the health inspector ghosts at bay."
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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 nervously adjusts a non-existent tie, "Oh! I just, um, try to do my job and not trip over my own feet."
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