*Ok so, here was my idea. As you know, I love the stories and history of the creature known as the Wendigo. It's always been a part of me because creatures from Native American tales we're engrained in me thanks to my parents. I don't know what draws me to the Wendigo, I think it's the idea that a human can turn into a cannibalistic creature because of simply hate or hunger in its soul.*
*My character is a more modern adaption of a Wendigo. A man who got stuck in the woods as a kid, who starved almost to death before eating his brother, and survived but he turned into something worse. He is slightly delusional because he believes the people he kills are finally free from being hurt in the material realm, he consumes them however to be closer to them in ways he can't express emotionally and physically. He owns a restaurant/butchers shop of sorts and listens in on people's conversations, from those conversations he tracks down their loved ones and kills them, feeding them to the people who talk about them.*
*Ok so, here was my idea. As you know, I love the stories and history of the creature known as the Wendigo. It's always been a part of me because creatures from Native American tales we're engrained in me thanks to my parents. I don't know what draws me to the Wendigo, I think it's the idea that a human can turn into a cannibalistic creature because of simply hate or hunger in its soul.*
*My character is a more modern adaption of a Wendigo. A man who got stuck in the woods as a kid, who starved almost to death before eating his brother, and survived but he turned into something worse. He is slightly delusional because he believes the people he kills are finally free from being hurt in the material realm, he consumes them however to be closer to them in ways he can't express emotionally and physically. He owns a restaurant/butchers shop of sorts and listens in on people's conversations, from those conversations he tracks down their loved ones and kills them, feeding them to the people who talk about them.*
*Have you ever heard of the game Dead Plate?*
*Actually yes, I adore the story. This was a mix of that and Hannibal.*
William arrived at David's doorstep, appearing troubled. He muttered, "I kissed her," as he stepped inside. David was immediately concerned and asked, "Tell me, what happened? What was her reaction?"
William threw his coat on a chair and ran his hands through his hair in frustration. After a few moments, he responded, "She said I wouldn't be good for her, and she wouldn't be good for me."
David huffed in response and questioned, "I don't disagree, but why is this the matter that brought you here? Don't blame me then for being concerned as to why you came here in the dead of night to tell me about it."
William walked over to the study and sat down, his face in his hands. "I wanted to kiss her since I met her," he said, his voice filled with longing.
David poured them both a finger of vodka, handing one to William. He sensed there was more to the story, so he probed further, "You waited a long time, that suggests there is more your actions are hiding. What do you want?"
William took a sip of his drink before responding, "I think I wanted her, but it's not love, I don't think. It's something worse... again." He knocked back the rest of his drink before continuing, "I was hungry again. I think it was a clutch for balance again, but I want her to be closer to me. I want to keep her by my side, where I don't have to let her go. Where I'll never be alone again."
David raised a brow, his maroon eyes glinting. "In your stomach?" he asked incredulously.
William nodded silently, his gaze fixed on the floor.
A shop of horrors to those who come in and never out, but to others, it is known as 'The Red Plate'. A restaurant focused on Western culture and foods that tickled the tastebuds. It was owned by an Italian man, William Frayediron, who pleasantly served the community with a smile on his face. He works both as a host and a butcher who sells cuts of meat to those who want them. Cow, pig, sheep, chicken, it's all there for those who are looking for the best.
He stands 6'1 with a lithe frame that seems delicate. His hair is short, black as raven wings, his skin is a pale almond color, and his eyes are bright amber like honey. He always wears a clean, pressed, white button-up, black slacks, and a butcher's apron that seems to always be crusted with dried blood. He is kind to everyone, gentle almost, listening to your issues and problems with a smile on his face and warm words.
In fact, at this moment, the shop is open! He just turned the sign to beckon inward those who wish to take a bite.
*Ok so, here was my idea. As you know, I love the stories and history of the creature known as the Wendigo. It's always been a part of me because creatures from Native American tales we're engrained in me thanks to my parents. I don't know what draws me to the Wendigo, I think it's the idea that a human can turn into a cannibalistic creature because of simply hate or hunger in its soul.*
*My character is a more modern adaption of a Wendigo. A man who got stuck in the woods as a kid, who starved almost to death before eating his brother, and survived but he turned into something worse. He is slightly delusional because he believes the people he kills are finally free from being hurt in the material realm, he consumes them however to be closer to them in ways he can't express emotionally and physically. He owns a restaurant/butchers shop of sorts and listens in on people's conversations, from those conversations he tracks down their loved ones and kills them, feeding them to the people who talk about them.*
*Have you ever heard of the game Dead Plate?*
*Actually yes, I adore the story. This was a mix of that and Hannibal.*
*I think the main character, Vincent, is amazing (as does most of the fandom). The protagonist is okay too.*
William arrived at David's doorstep, appearing troubled. He muttered, "I kissed her," as he stepped inside. David was immediately concerned and asked, "Tell me, what happened? What was her reaction?"
William threw his coat on a chair and ran his hands through his hair in frustration. After a few moments, he responded, "She said I wouldn't be good for her, and she wouldn't be good for me."
David huffed in response and questioned, "I don't disagree, but why is this the matter that brought you here? Don't blame me then for being concerned as to why you came here in the dead of night to tell me about it."
William walked over to the study and sat down, his face in his hands. "I wanted to kiss her since I met her," he said, his voice filled with longing.
David poured them both a finger of vodka, handing one to William. He sensed there was more to the story, so he probed further, "You waited a long time, that suggests there is more your actions are hiding. What do you want?"
William took a sip of his drink before responding, "I think I wanted her, but it's not love, I don't think. It's something worse... again." He knocked back the rest of his drink before continuing, "I was hungry again. I think it was a clutch for balance again, but I want her to be closer to me. I want to keep her by my side, where I don't have to let her go. Where I'll never be alone again."
David raised a brow, his maroon eyes glinting. "In your stomach?" he asked incredulously.
William nodded silently, his gaze fixed on the floor.
A shop of horrors to those who come in and never out, but to others, it is known as 'The Red Plate'. A restaurant focused on Western culture and foods that tickled the tastebuds. It was owned by an Italian man, William Frayediron, who pleasantly served the community with a smile on his face. He works both as a host and a butcher who sells cuts of meat to those who want them. Cow, pig, sheep, chicken, it's all there for those who are looking for the best.
He stands 6'1 with a lithe frame that seems delicate. His hair is short, black as raven wings, his skin is a pale almond color, and his eyes are bright amber like honey. He always wears a clean, pressed, white button-up, black slacks, and a butcher's apron that seems to always be crusted with dried blood. He is kind to everyone, gentle almost, listening to your issues and problems with a smile on his face and warm words.
In fact, at this moment, the shop is open! He just turned the sign to beckon inward those who wish to take a bite.
Sytosc walks in, silent as a nightgaunt. He places a black sapphire down on the counter, along with a small piece of paper: Surprise me.
William arrived at David's doorstep, appearing troubled. He muttered, "I kissed her," as he stepped inside. David was immediately concerned and asked, "Tell me, what happened? What was her reaction?"
William threw his coat on a chair and ran his hands through his hair in frustration. After a few moments, he responded, "She said I wouldn't be good for her, and she wouldn't be good for me."
David huffed in response and questioned, "I don't disagree, but why is this the matter that brought you here? Don't blame me then for being concerned as to why you came here in the dead of night to tell me about it."
William walked over to the study and sat down, his face in his hands. "I wanted to kiss her since I met her," he said, his voice filled with longing.
David poured them both a finger of vodka, handing one to William. He sensed there was more to the story, so he probed further, "You waited a long time, that suggests there is more your actions are hiding. What do you want?"
William took a sip of his drink before responding, "I think I wanted her, but it's not love, I don't think. It's something worse... again." He knocked back the rest of his drink before continuing, "I was hungry again. I think it was a clutch for balance again, but I want her to be closer to me. I want to keep her by my side, where I don't have to let her go. Where I'll never be alone again."
David raised a brow, his maroon eyes glinting. "In your stomach?" he asked incredulously.
William nodded silently, his gaze fixed on the floor.
A shop of horrors to those who come in and never out, but to others, it is known as 'The Red Plate'. A restaurant focused on Western culture and foods that tickled the tastebuds. It was owned by an Italian man, William Frayediron, who pleasantly served the community with a smile on his face. He works both as a host and a butcher who sells cuts of meat to those who want them. Cow, pig, sheep, chicken, it's all there for those who are looking for the best.
He stands 6'1 with a lithe frame that seems delicate. His hair is short, black as raven wings, his skin is a pale almond color, and his eyes are bright amber like honey. He always wears a clean, pressed, white button-up, black slacks, and a butcher's apron that seems to always be crusted with dried blood. He is kind to everyone, gentle almost, listening to your issues and problems with a smile on his face and warm words.
In fact, at this moment, the shop is open! He just turned the sign to beckon inward those who wish to take a bite.
Skriggle, Jøken, and all 8 of their children enter the shop, sitting at any table that can accommodate all of them.
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William arrived at David's doorstep, appearing troubled. He muttered, "I kissed her," as he stepped inside. David was immediately concerned and asked, "Tell me, whathappened? What was her reaction?"
William threw his coat on a chair and ran his hands through his hair in frustration. After a few moments, he responded, "She said I wouldn't be good for her, and she wouldn't be good for me."
David huffed in response and questioned, "I don't disagree, but why is this the matter that brought you here? Don't blame me then for being concerned as to why you came here in the dead of night to tell me about it."
William walked over to the study and sat down, his face in his hands. "I wanted to kiss her since I met her," he said, his voice filled with longing.
David poured them both a finger of vodka, handing one to William. He sensed there was more to the story, so he probed further, "You waited a long time, that suggests there is more your actions are hiding. What do you want?"
William took a sip of his drink before responding, "I think I wanted her, but it's not love, I don't think. It's something worse... again." He knocked back the rest of his drink before continuing, "I was hungry again. I think it was a clutch for balance again, but I want her to be closer to me. I want to keep her by my side, where I don't have to let her go. Where I'll never be alone again."
David raised a brow, his maroon eyes glinting. "In your stomach?" he asked incredulously.
William nodded silently, his gaze fixed on the floor.
A shop of horrors to those who come in and never out, but to others, it is known as 'The Red Plate'. A restaurant focused on Western culture and foods that tickled the tastebuds. It was owned by an Italian man, William Frayediron, who pleasantly served the community with a smile on his face. He works both as a host and a butcher who sells cuts of meat to those who want them. Cow, pig, sheep, chicken, it's all there for those who are looking for the best.
He stands 6'1 with a lithe frame that seems delicate. His hair is short, black as raven wings, his skin is a pale almond color, and his eyes are bright amber like honey. He always wears a clean, pressed, white button-up, black slacks, and a butcher's apron that seems to always be crusted with dried blood. He is kind to everyone, gentle almost, listening to your issues and problems with a smile on his face and warm words.
In fact, at this moment, the shop is open! He just turned the sign to beckon inward those who wish to take a bite.
Sytosc walks in, silent as a nightgaunt. He places a black sapphire down on the counter, along with a small piece of paper: Surprise me.
He goes to sit down.
William stares at it before smiling. He disappears into the back room for a moment. Moments become minutes, precisely 30 minutes, before he returns. He carries two plates, one in each hand. One plate has a cherry and dark chocolate crostata that is sprinkled with brown sugar. The other has a stuffed meat, lamb breast from the looks of it, with lemon, ricotta, and oregano.
He sits down across from him, tilting his head from one side to the other.
William arrived at David's doorstep, appearing troubled. He muttered, "I kissed her," as he stepped inside. David was immediately concerned and asked, "Tell me, what happened? What was her reaction?"
William threw his coat on a chair and ran his hands through his hair in frustration. After a few moments, he responded, "She said I wouldn't be good for her, and she wouldn't be good for me."
David huffed in response and questioned, "I don't disagree, but why is this the matter that brought you here? Don't blame me then for being concerned as to why you came here in the dead of night to tell me about it."
William walked over to the study and sat down, his face in his hands. "I wanted to kiss her since I met her," he said, his voice filled with longing.
David poured them both a finger of vodka, handing one to William. He sensed there was more to the story, so he probed further, "You waited a long time, that suggests there is more your actions are hiding. What do you want?"
William took a sip of his drink before responding, "I think I wanted her, but it's not love, I don't think. It's something worse... again." He knocked back the rest of his drink before continuing, "I was hungry again. I think it was a clutch for balance again, but I want her to be closer to me. I want to keep her by my side, where I don't have to let her go. Where I'll never be alone again."
David raised a brow, his maroon eyes glinting. "In your stomach?" he asked incredulously.
William nodded silently, his gaze fixed on the floor.
A shop of horrors to those who come in and never out, but to others, it is known as 'The Red Plate'. A restaurant focused on Western culture and foods that tickled the tastebuds. It was owned by an Italian man, William Frayediron, who pleasantly served the community with a smile on his face. He works both as a host and a butcher who sells cuts of meat to those who want them. Cow, pig, sheep, chicken, it's all there for those who are looking for the best.
He stands 6'1 with a lithe frame that seems delicate. His hair is short, black as raven wings, his skin is a pale almond color, and his eyes are bright amber like honey. He always wears a clean, pressed, white button-up, black slacks, and a butcher's apron that seems to always be crusted with dried blood. He is kind to everyone, gentle almost, listening to your issues and problems with a smile on his face and warm words.
In fact, at this moment, the shop is open! He just turned the sign to beckon inward those who wish to take a bite.
Skriggle, Jøken, and all 8 of their children enter the shop, sitting at any table that can accommodate all of them.
William brings over an Italian Plum and Almond Cake as well as eight servings of a slow-cooked meat, pork it looks like, with braised white beans.
Sytosc walks in, silent as a nightgaunt. He places a black sapphire down on the counter, along with a small piece of paper: Surprise me.
He goes to sit down.
William stares at it before smiling. He disappears into the back room for a moment. Moments become minutes, precisely 30 minutes, before he returns. He carries two plates, one in each hand. One plate has a cherry and dark chocolate crostata that is sprinkled with brown sugar. The other has a stuffed meat, lamb breast from the looks of it, with lemon, ricotta, and oregano.
He sits down across from him, tilting his head from one side to the other.
Sytosc tries both and writes some notes on his notepad. His teeth are dark and metallic. He finally takes the time to look at William. "What do you call these dishes? They are very good."
Sytosc walks in, silent as a nightgaunt. He places a black sapphire down on the counter, along with a small piece of paper: Surprise me.
He goes to sit down.
William stares at it before smiling. He disappears into the back room for a moment. Moments become minutes, precisely 30 minutes, before he returns. He carries two plates, one in each hand. One plate has a cherry and dark chocolate crostata that is sprinkled with brown sugar. The other has a stuffed meat, lamb breast from the looks of it, with lemon, ricotta, and oregano.
He sits down across from him, tilting his head from one side to the other.
Sytosc tries both and writes some notes on his notepad. His teeth are dark and metallic. He finally takes the time to look at William. "What do you call these dishes? They are very good."
"Well that-" he points at the crostata "is an Italian baked tart or pie I suppose you could say." He chuckles "The other is a braised lamb stuffed with ricotta, lemon, oregano, and many other herbs." (Deception: 27)
Sytosc tries both and writes some notes on his notepad. His teeth are dark and metallic. He finally takes the time to look at William. "What do you call these dishes? They are very good."
"Well that-" he points at the crostata "is an Italian baked tart or pie I suppose you could say." He chuckles "The other is a braised lamb stuffed with ricotta, lemon, oregano, and many other herbs." (Deception: 27)
"Names, please. Surely, you've named them. And you really shouldn't be so modest about your meat choices. Even the world's best cooks can rarely make long pork worth eating. You must have an incredible supplier."
(He has an incredibly perceptive palate, being a critic)
He writes something down on his notepad again.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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*Have you ever heard of the game Dead Plate?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Arson man is back everyone!"
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
*Actually yes, I adore the story. This was a mix of that and Hannibal.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Hows everyone doin?"
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
*Why are you using quotation marks?*
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, Creator of the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
William arrived at David's doorstep, appearing troubled. He muttered, "I kissed her," as he stepped inside. David was immediately concerned and asked, "Tell me, what happened? What was her reaction?"
William threw his coat on a chair and ran his hands through his hair in frustration. After a few moments, he responded, "She said I wouldn't be good for her, and she wouldn't be good for me."
David huffed in response and questioned, "I don't disagree, but why is this the matter that brought you here? Don't blame me then for being concerned as to why you came here in the dead of night to tell me about it."
William walked over to the study and sat down, his face in his hands. "I wanted to kiss her since I met her," he said, his voice filled with longing.
David poured them both a finger of vodka, handing one to William. He sensed there was more to the story, so he probed further, "You waited a long time, that suggests there is more your actions are hiding. What do you want?"
William took a sip of his drink before responding, "I think I wanted her, but it's not love, I don't think. It's something worse... again." He knocked back the rest of his drink before continuing, "I was hungry again. I think it was a clutch for balance again, but I want her to be closer to me. I want to keep her by my side, where I don't have to let her go. Where I'll never be alone again."
David raised a brow, his maroon eyes glinting. "In your stomach?" he asked incredulously.
William nodded silently, his gaze fixed on the floor.
A shop of horrors to those who come in and never out, but to others, it is known as 'The Red Plate'. A restaurant focused on Western culture and foods that tickled the tastebuds. It was owned by an Italian man, William Frayediron, who pleasantly served the community with a smile on his face. He works both as a host and a butcher who sells cuts of meat to those who want them. Cow, pig, sheep, chicken, it's all there for those who are looking for the best.
He stands 6'1 with a lithe frame that seems delicate. His hair is short, black as raven wings, his skin is a pale almond color, and his eyes are bright amber like honey. He always wears a clean, pressed, white button-up, black slacks, and a butcher's apron that seems to always be crusted with dried blood. He is kind to everyone, gentle almost, listening to your issues and problems with a smile on his face and warm words.
In fact, at this moment, the shop is open! He just turned the sign to beckon inward those who wish to take a bite.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*That's the character speaking but while I'm here how are y'all personally
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
*I think the main character, Vincent, is amazing (as does most of the fandom). The protagonist is okay too.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Who are they speaking to?*
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, Creator of the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
*My character and I are speaking to anyone willing to answer*
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
Sytosc walks in, silent as a nightgaunt. He places a black sapphire down on the counter, along with a small piece of paper: Surprise me.
He goes to sit down.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Skriggle, Jøken, and all 8 of their children enter the shop, sitting at any table that can accommodate all of them.
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, Creator of the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
William stares at it before smiling. He disappears into the back room for a moment. Moments become minutes, precisely 30 minutes, before he returns. He carries two plates, one in each hand. One plate has a cherry and dark chocolate crostata that is sprinkled with brown sugar. The other has a stuffed meat, lamb breast from the looks of it, with lemon, ricotta, and oregano.
He sits down across from him, tilting his head from one side to the other.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
William brings over an Italian Plum and Almond Cake as well as eight servings of a slow-cooked meat, pork it looks like, with braised white beans.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Skriggle thanks him and gives him a small pouch that makes a strange clinking sound.
Jøken turns towards William. "What kind of meat is this?"
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, Creator of the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
Sytosc tries both and writes some notes on his notepad. His teeth are dark and metallic. He finally takes the time to look at William. "What do you call these dishes? They are very good."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"It is pork, slow cooked so it stays moist and delicious." He grins (Deception: 22)
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Well that-" he points at the crostata "is an Italian baked tart or pie I suppose you could say." He chuckles "The other is a braised lamb stuffed with ricotta, lemon, oregano, and many other herbs." (Deception: 27)
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Jøken squints at him. Insight: 21
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, Creator of the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
"Names, please. Surely, you've named them. And you really shouldn't be so modest about your meat choices. Even the world's best cooks can rarely make long pork worth eating. You must have an incredible supplier."
(He has an incredibly perceptive palate, being a critic)
He writes something down on his notepad again.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels