"Mistshore, a small red light district in Waterdeep. They appreciate me there because I help out a lot." Jacob stands as well, standing at 6' 9", utterly immense for the usually short elves. He opens the door and holds it open for the lich. "I don't have much to my name, so I care for my mind and body as well as I can. Even those can be taken from me if I am not careful."
He nods "I understand." He gently bows at the show of gentlemanly action to open the door "But Waterdeep hm? Lovely little area, though more so under the waves than on land."
Jacob leads Ryidan to the main sitting area. "I've never been a good swimmer. I'm mostly muscle, which means I sink." He brings the dishes to the kitchen and set them in the sink before scooping something up from a huge skillet and into a small bowl with a single massive ladlefull. "I serve small portions, but you can take as many servings as you like. It prevents food waste to use smaller dishes."
He brings it over. A semi-fusion of barbecue and macaroni and cheese. Two distinct parts with elements of the other's preparation in each.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Wherever you like. My chair is the most comfortable, but it is soft, so you may drop some food on accident." He heads for the kitchen, then comes back with a plate of chicken wings in a bright red sauce, as well as a glass of what might be a form of black beer. "These should whet your appetite."
He rubs his hands together, sat at a table nearby the entrance to the kitchen. "looks and smells amazing, thank you kindly."
"You're very welcome. Many find chicken wings poor eating due to lack of meat, and so ignore them until the meal is over, at which point they are thrown away. It is depressing for me to see that, so I made them the star of this appetizer." He returns to his seat by the fire. "I promote nose-to-tail cooking, or claw-to-beak in this case. The offal will be served in the main dish, barbecued alongside some macaroni and cheese made by reusing stale beer. You would never know the difference from fresh."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Mistshore, a small red light district in Waterdeep. They appreciate me there because I help out a lot." Jacob stands as well, standing at 6' 9", utterly immense for the usually short elves. He opens the door and holds it open for the lich. "I don't have much to my name, so I care for my mind and body as well as I can. Even those can be taken from me if I am not careful."
He nods "I understand." He gently bows at the show of gentlemanly action to open the door "But Waterdeep hm? Lovely little area, though more so under the waves than on land."
Jacob leads Ryidan to the main sitting area. "I've never been a good swimmer. I'm mostly muscle, which means I sink." He brings the dishes to the kitchen and set them in the sink before scooping something up from a huge skillet and into a small bowl with a single massive ladlefull. "I serve small portions, but you can take as many servings as you like. It prevents food waste to use smaller dishes."
He brings it over. A semi-fusion of barbecue and macaroni and cheese. Two distinct parts with elements of the other's preparation in each.
"That makes sense. After all, food waste is a massive issue so serving smaller sizes would reduce that as people can eat as much as they want and come back if they are still hungry." Ryidan nods and tilts his head "How long have you been a chef?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Jacob leads Ryidan to the main sitting area. "I've never been a good swimmer. I'm mostly muscle, which means I sink." He brings the dishes to the kitchen and set them in the sink before scooping something up from a huge skillet and into a small bowl with a single massive ladlefull. "I serve small portions, but you can take as many servings as you like. It prevents food waste to use smaller dishes."
He brings it over. A semi-fusion of barbecue and macaroni and cheese. Two distinct parts with elements of the other's preparation in each.
"That makes sense. After all, food waste is a massive issue so serving smaller sizes would reduce that as people can eat as much as they want and come back if they are still hungry." Ryidan nods and tilts his head "How long have you been a chef?"
"I've been a chef for 18 years, and a cook for 12 years before that. I am presently 35 years old. I was raised by Otyughs, so I required a specialized diet. My food needed to be both fresh and cooked, and the Otyughs couldn't do that with their clumsy tentacles." He shakes his head. "I survived primarily on the kindness of strangers, something that I rarely receive these days."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"You're very welcome. Many find chicken wings poor eating due to lack of meat, and so ignore them until the meal is over, at which point they are thrown away. It is depressing for me to see that, so I made them the star of this appetizer." He returns to his seat by the fire. "I promote nose-to-tail cooking, or claw-to-beak in this case. The offal will be served in the main dish, barbecued alongside some macaroni and cheese made by reusing stale beer. You would never know the difference from fresh."
"I don't understand all that, but I'm against wasting free food." he takes a sip of the dark ale before biting into one of the wings.
"Apologies, I got carried away." The wings are spicy, slightly sweet, and have a faint but pleasant coppery flavor to them. The beer isn't as bitter as normal, and is much lighter than most beers when it comes to how it weighs on the stomach. "I'm glad you're open to new meals. When we are desperate, we cannot be picky. It's best to be good and frugal at the same time, in my opinion. My name is Jacob, the Desperation Chef."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Jacob leads Ryidan to the main sitting area. "I've never been a good swimmer. I'm mostly muscle, which means I sink." He brings the dishes to the kitchen and set them in the sink before scooping something up from a huge skillet and into a small bowl with a single massive ladlefull. "I serve small portions, but you can take as many servings as you like. It prevents food waste to use smaller dishes."
He brings it over. A semi-fusion of barbecue and macaroni and cheese. Two distinct parts with elements of the other's preparation in each.
"That makes sense. After all, food waste is a massive issue so serving smaller sizes would reduce that as people can eat as much as they want and come back if they are still hungry." Ryidan nods and tilts his head "How long have you been a chef?"
"I've been a chef for 18 years, and a cook for 12 years before that. I am presently 35 years old. I was raised by Otyughs, so I required a specialized diet. My food needed to be both fresh and cooked, and the Otyughs couldn't do that with their clumsy tentacles." He shakes his head. "I survived primarily on the kindness of strangers, something that I rarely receive these days."
"They can be useful provided they are fed. Those who raised you must've been theore intelligent type provided they didn't eat you." He eats the food provided before him, but his face remains neutral through it.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"I only plan on killing those who stand in my way, nothing more or less." He says, his neutral face betraying no emotion.
"For your sake, lets hope that those who defy you are innocent, lest you find yourself on my table."
"You can, I would welcome it. If you plan to harm me, then you should at least cut me a little to prove you aren't just all word." He smiled slightly.
"Funny enough, my ritual begins with a cut on the cheek, then collection of the blood. May I take it now?"
"If you can get me to bleed, I would be surprised." He said and took one of his fingers, bending it backwards and snapping it. He doesn't flinch, nor express any pain "I'm afraid my blood turned to dust years ago."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"I've been a chef for 18 years, and a cook for 12 years before that. I am presently 35 years old. I was raised by Otyughs, so I required a specialized diet. My food needed to be both fresh and cooked, and the Otyughs couldn't do that with their clumsy tentacles." He shakes his head. "I survived primarily on the kindness of strangers, something that I rarely receive these days."
"They can be useful provided they are fed. Those who raised you must've been theore intelligent type provided they didn't eat you." He eats the food provided before him, but his face remains neutral through it.
"Cannibalism is a tactic of a lesser being. A failure to adapt given cruelest form. While I wouldn't say it's beneath the denizens of Mistshore, killing and consuming an infant humanoid is against nature. Only true aberrations would dare violate such a taboo." He doesn't seem to care about how Ryidan feels about it. "The Xanathar Guild would welcome such an act, so I did get lucky."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I've been a chef for 18 years, and a cook for 12 years before that. I am presently 35 years old. I was raised by Otyughs, so I required a specialized diet. My food needed to be both fresh and cooked, and the Otyughs couldn't do that with their clumsy tentacles." He shakes his head. "I survived primarily on the kindness of strangers, something that I rarely receive these days."
"They can be useful provided they are fed. Those who raised you must've been theore intelligent type provided they didn't eat you." He eats the food provided before him, but his face remains neutral through it.
"Cannibalism is a tactic of a lesser being. A failure to adapt given cruelest form. While I wouldn't say it's beneath the denizens of Mistshore, killing and consuming an infant humanoid is against nature. Only true aberrations would dare violate such a taboo." He doesn't seem to care about how Ryidan feels about it. "The Xanathar Guild would welcome such an act, so I did get lucky."
"Hm." He hums in thought "You seem to have specific beliefs towards the meals you eat. But desperate times call for desperate measures in some cases, a mother rabbit will eat her baby if stressed enough." He stares at the back of his hand.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Not yet at least.." he mumbles and quickly puts on a smile "My name is Ryidan Van Stuat."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Jacob leads Ryidan to the main sitting area. "I've never been a good swimmer. I'm mostly muscle, which means I sink." He brings the dishes to the kitchen and set them in the sink before scooping something up from a huge skillet and into a small bowl with a single massive ladlefull. "I serve small portions, but you can take as many servings as you like. It prevents food waste to use smaller dishes."
He brings it over. A semi-fusion of barbecue and macaroni and cheese. Two distinct parts with elements of the other's preparation in each.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"You're very welcome. Many find chicken wings poor eating due to lack of meat, and so ignore them until the meal is over, at which point they are thrown away. It is depressing for me to see that, so I made them the star of this appetizer." He returns to his seat by the fire. "I promote nose-to-tail cooking, or claw-to-beak in this case. The offal will be served in the main dish, barbecued alongside some macaroni and cheese made by reusing stale beer. You would never know the difference from fresh."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"That makes sense. After all, food waste is a massive issue so serving smaller sizes would reduce that as people can eat as much as they want and come back if they are still hungry." Ryidan nods and tilts his head "How long have you been a chef?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I only plan on killing those who stand in my way, nothing more or less." He says, his neutral face betraying no emotion.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"You can, I would welcome it. If you plan to harm me, then you should at least cut me a little to prove you aren't just all word." He smiled slightly.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I've been a chef for 18 years, and a cook for 12 years before that. I am presently 35 years old. I was raised by Otyughs, so I required a specialized diet. My food needed to be both fresh and cooked, and the Otyughs couldn't do that with their clumsy tentacles." He shakes his head. "I survived primarily on the kindness of strangers, something that I rarely receive these days."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Apologies, I got carried away." The wings are spicy, slightly sweet, and have a faint but pleasant coppery flavor to them. The beer isn't as bitter as normal, and is much lighter than most beers when it comes to how it weighs on the stomach. "I'm glad you're open to new meals. When we are desperate, we cannot be picky. It's best to be good and frugal at the same time, in my opinion. My name is Jacob, the Desperation Chef."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"They can be useful provided they are fed. Those who raised you must've been theore intelligent type provided they didn't eat you." He eats the food provided before him, but his face remains neutral through it.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"If you can get me to bleed, I would be surprised." He said and took one of his fingers, bending it backwards and snapping it. He doesn't flinch, nor express any pain "I'm afraid my blood turned to dust years ago."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Cannibalism is a tactic of a lesser being. A failure to adapt given cruelest form. While I wouldn't say it's beneath the denizens of Mistshore, killing and consuming an infant humanoid is against nature. Only true aberrations would dare violate such a taboo." He doesn't seem to care about how Ryidan feels about it. "The Xanathar Guild would welcome such an act, so I did get lucky."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Hm." He hums in thought "You seem to have specific beliefs towards the meals you eat. But desperate times call for desperate measures in some cases, a mother rabbit will eat her baby if stressed enough." He stares at the back of his hand.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]