Thoughtfully, he chews his cupcake, squinting into the middle distance as he ponders this. "Twenty-one, I think?" he hazards. "My birthday was still some time away when I died, and I have not lived at the inn a full year, but..."
An unconcerned shrug that rustles his wings, and he polishes off the cupcake.
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Date: 2020-11-02 01:35 am (UTC)An unconcerned shrug that rustles his wings, and he polishes off the cupcake.