Re: The Lasts Breaths of Ashenport
Manelda, as she introduces herself, reveals that this storm's no different from any of the countless others that she's weathered over the years: "Storm, squall, tempest, they're all the same: they rob good women of their men and douse the rest of us head to toe. This one won't ruin the fair; Alderman Ritter said we'll wait it out like all the rest."
After the smalltalk, she gets down to business, translating Ravex's request into three pitchers of Ashenport Pale Ale which she'll have in a "blink" and the Sea's Bounty which she'll have in "three."
Both Gethin and Brother Zelias detect an underlying tension to her manner, a tension that is not reserved to her alone. However, maybe she just perfers quiet, offseason days. Again, she seems friendly enough but like the Ash Grove, the two men sense an undercurrent, something hidden. The monk seeks vainly to connect his thoughts to some record of history, but if the doings of this town are a matter of public history, he cannot determine.
But then she's back with the pitchers of ale and chilled mugs. And before three more blinks, she's back with a massive platter of the sea's bounty. It's a three-tiered affair with gargantuan shrimp on the top swimming in a pool of butter and garlic. The second level sizzles with fried fish, haddock, mackeral, and five other varieties, garnished with lemon. The bottom is actually more of a cauldron, steaming with Ashenport's signature stew, a spicy mix of shellfish, tomatoes, and onions--with garlic bread for dipping.
About this time, Farren joins the party and snatches the crispiest piece of garlic bread before anyone can clear the dust from his eyes.
OOC Ravex owes 6 gp for the current tab.
This message was last edited by the GM at 16:47, Fri 24 June 2011.