Aloitious:
With a practiced hand, the barkeep snatches a pitcher and fills a mug with frothy yet possibly lumpy white liquid. Smells like milk. But milk that lives in that treacherous land between potable and turned. With his other hand, he retrieves a colossal bowl and places it under the half-elf's nose. Little whitish curds and nubs heaped high with a slick white grease coating it all. This can only be a super-sized bowl of cottage cheese--more than any man could eat. At least, it looks and smells reasonably fresh.
Although they are almost completely lidded, Faedran detects a new inhabitant within the barkeep's eyes.
I've had far worse than this, Faedran reflects as he takes the battered wooden mug full of future-curd and drinks it all down in one long pull. He never takes his eyes from the barkeep; his face a questioning semi-frown.
That gory task done, he wipes his mouth. He waits a moment, trying to purge the taste. A belch. Another. The thirst was dealt with. Now for the hunger.
"
I don't suppose you offer spoons?" he growls, the storm almost among him. The cottage cheese would have to do, however the thought of roasting meat and broiled vegetables, and about a dozen other things he had been half-expecting, threatens to engrage him.
Faedran needs no spoon, but he was sure other townies would
demand it.
This message was last edited by the player at 20:39, Fri 03 Apr 2009.