Möttull wakes to the sounds and smells of the dinner crowd; pulling on his boots, he takes a few seconds before deciding that its best to take his few possesions along and stuff them under the table during dinner.
Sizing up the crowd in a manner that hopefully appears to be nothing more than looking for an empty chair, he gets the server's attention. Ordering whatever is on the menu, Möttull tries to keep his head down and quietly eat his meal.
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