The golem looks up, before looking back to its fryers as the porcine spirit speaks. "Sorry, afraid not, friend. My trident kills and catches at the same time. Plus, fish don't last long out of water."
"Oh well that's okay. Who're you?"
"I don't matter, but my name is Scartosso if it pleases you." He thinks for a bit. "Are you Riotan? People 'round here seem mighty frightened of you." He moves the short distance to his golem, then reaches into a compartment and removes two and a half eels of varying sizes. "They ain't alive, but I thought they might interest you if I kept them raw."
The golem looks up, before looking back to its fryers as the porcine spirit speaks. "Sorry, afraid not, friend. My trident kills and catches at the same time. Plus, fish don't last long out of water."
"Oh well that's okay. Who're you?"
"I don't matter, but my name is Scartosso if it pleases you." He thinks for a bit. "Are you Riotan? People 'round here seem mighty frightened of you." He moves the short distance to his golem, then reaches into a compartment and removes two and a half eels of varying sizes. "They ain't alive, but I thought they might interest you if I kept them raw."
"I... wait, how did you know who I am? I only wear this shape on business. When I'm in public and being casual, I always disguise myself."
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I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The big pig smiles calmly, looking up from his necklace. At least 7 saints, not including the martyr in the back, and he probably prays to all of them. "Hey there. You hungry?"
"Actually, yeah. What kind of fish you got?" They ask, smiling back, feeling a bit less threatened.
"I got plenty, but I don't know their names. I made up my own for them, but they might not be helpful to you. I've got eels, octopi, some of the black and silver guys with the big eyes, and some of the big belly, big mouth fishes with the green scales."
"I don't matter, but my name is Scartosso if it pleases you." He thinks for a bit. "Are you Riotan? People 'round here seem mighty frightened of you." He moves the short distance to his golem, then reaches into a compartment and removes two and a half eels of varying sizes. "They ain't alive, but I thought they might interest you if I kept them raw."
"I... wait, how did you know who I am? I only wear this shape on business. When I'm in public and being casual, I always disguise myself."
"I don't know. People said 'handsome snake man,' I saw a handsome snake man. Some people had other descriptions, probably your other disguises." He pulls out some other fish and begins to cut them up. They are all exceedingly fresh, although they seem to have been caught with a trident.
*if its alright with you i was kinda thinking we could start new interactions aside from Yod and Cevin's date*
"What are you thinking about getting?"
"Chicken parm sounds nice." he says, landing a finger on the picture in the menu
*Sure, who do you want?*
*Saphuno and any raigaar*
"Huh. Yeah. To be honest, I don't really recognize most of these dishes. Basically everywhere I've lived didn't have any kind of places like this."
"Yeah, I dont think they have Olive Garden in the Outer lands..."
Saphuo is unpacking something she purchased while at the bar.
A toned, 6ft white male Raigaar sits at the bar, drinking mug after mug.
Yod chuckles a little. "Nope."
Mauric is making shaved ice.
Thirteen is writing, Caramel on his shoulder.
"Where else have your travels taken you?" he asks, setting the menu down.
"Aren't you on the clock?..." she asks, tired.
"What is that?" he asks, a deep voice, thick English accent, heavy with drink.
"The Beastlands, Arcadia, Gehenna... almost Carceri once..."
He shakes his head. "Not until 8 PM."
"The book or the cat?"
"Why almost?" he asks, curious
"I see... And... okay. How've you been?"
"I sp'oose... both!" he says, tottering side to side.
"Cause I escaped. If they'd thrown me in there I'd never have gotten out."
"Pretty much the same. You?"
"The book is about elvish religion. The cat is my familiar, Caramel."
"Well that sounds, not fun." he frowns
"Tired. We bought a house... still moving."
"I know the second one... whassa elvish?" he says, tilting his head.
"Yeah. But I survived with only a couple scars and now I'm here. So if making all the choices I did led me to this point, I think it was worth it."
"Oh, congratulations! I'm nowhere near having enough to make that step yet, but maybe someday..."
"That would be me, my friend."
"I was able to meet you for it~" he says, putting the top of his paw underneath his chin
"Well, you'll get there... someday. Uhm, do you want to learn how t'cook?"
"I see. And... whassa... you?"
Yod smiles, just looking back into Cevin's eyes silently.
Mauric suddenly goes rigid. "Saphuno, I spent eight years in central Europe learning the culinary arts as best I could execute from the best I could find, and I was already pretty good at that point. Then I spent another couple years becoming an even better druid and monster hunter from a coven in the Massif Central. I have revolutionized my field of exotic animal resources in Mediterranean, southeast Asian, and French dishes. You know that scene in Ratatouille when the critic takes one bite and starts [gp]ing bawling and remembering his childhood? I've done that in real life, DOZENS of times. I know how to cook."
"I am Thirteen. A writer, explorer, and wizard."
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"I don't matter, but my name is Scartosso if it pleases you." He thinks for a bit. "Are you Riotan? People 'round here seem mighty frightened of you." He moves the short distance to his golem, then reaches into a compartment and removes two and a half eels of varying sizes. "They ain't alive, but I thought they might interest you if I kept them raw."
"I... wait, how did you know who I am? I only wear this shape on business. When I'm in public and being casual, I always disguise myself."
"I don't know. People said 'handsome snake man,' I saw a handsome snake man. Some people had other descriptions, probably your other disguises." He pulls out some other fish and begins to cut them up. They are all exceedingly fresh, although they seem to have been caught with a trident.
"Oh, you think I'm handsome, eh?" He smirks. "Join the club."
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"I don't know. People said 'handsome snake man,' I saw a handsome snake man. Some people had other descriptions, probably your other disguises." He pulls out some other fish and begins to cut them up. They are all exceedingly fresh, although they seem to have been caught with a trident.
"Oh, you think I'm handsome, eh?" He smirks. "Join the club."
"Just being objective, sir." He murmurs, seemingly ashamed of something. Not embarrassed or flustered, just ashamed.
"I got plenty, but I don't know their names. I made up my own for them, but they might not be helpful to you. I've got eels, octopi, some of the black and silver guys with the big eyes, and some of the big belly, big mouth fishes with the green scales."
"Got any of the red ones? Salmon?" she asks, taking in the wonderous mixed scents of the cart
"With the weird green faces? I call them shoeheads." He moves a couple steps to the diminutive golem and removes a salmon from its built-in cooler, then begins to prepare it for frying, scooping the guts into a bucket with his knife. He seems a bit unreal, as if he came from a dream, but it's hard to place what's different about him.
*if its alright with you i was kinda thinking we could start new interactions aside from Yod and Cevin's date*
"What are you thinking about getting?"
"Chicken parm sounds nice." he says, landing a finger on the picture in the menu
*Sure, who do you want?*
*Saphuno and any raigaar*
"Huh. Yeah. To be honest, I don't really recognize most of these dishes. Basically everywhere I've lived didn't have any kind of places like this."
"Yeah, I dont think they have Olive Garden in the Outer lands..."
Saphuo is unpacking something she purchased while at the bar.
A toned, 6ft white male Raigaar sits at the bar, drinking mug after mug.
Yod chuckles a little. "Nope."
Mauric is making shaved ice.
Thirteen is writing, Caramel on his shoulder.
"Where else have your travels taken you?" he asks, setting the menu down.
"Aren't you on the clock?..." she asks, tired.
"What is that?" he asks, a deep voice, thick English accent, heavy with drink.
"The Beastlands, Arcadia, Gehenna... almost Carceri once..."
He shakes his head. "Not until 8 PM."
"The book or the cat?"
"Why almost?" he asks, curious
"I see... And... okay. How've you been?"
"I sp'oose... both!" he says, tottering side to side.
"Cause I escaped. If they'd thrown me in there I'd never have gotten out."
"Pretty much the same. You?"
"The book is about elvish religion. The cat is my familiar, Caramel."
"Well that sounds, not fun." he frowns
"Tired. We bought a house... still moving."
"I know the second one... whassa elvish?" he says, tilting his head.
"Yeah. But I survived with only a couple scars and now I'm here. So if making all the choices I did led me to this point, I think it was worth it."
"Oh, congratulations! I'm nowhere near having enough to make that step yet, but maybe someday..."
"That would be me, my friend."
"I was able to meet you for it~" he says, putting the top of his paw underneath his chin
"Well, you'll get there... someday. Uhm, do you want to learn how t'cook?"
"I see. And... whassa... you?"
Yod smiles, just looking back into Cevin's eyes silently.
Mauric suddenly goes rigid. "Saphuno, I spent eight years in central Europe learning the culinary arts as best I could execute from the best I could find, and I was already pretty good at that point. Then I spent another couple years becoming an even better druid and monster hunter from a coven in the Massif Central. I have revolutionized my field of exotic animal resources in Mediterranean, southeast Asian, and French dishes. You know that scene in Ratatouille when the critic takes one bite and starts [gp]ing bawling and remembering his childhood? I've done that in real life, DOZENS of times. I know how to cook."
"I am Thirteen. A writer, explorer, and wizard."
The waiter arrives, asking what they'd like. Cevin orders the chicken Parm and a mid priced red wine.
"Well, okay... Want to take over for me on weekends?..." she says, feeling awful.
"Wizard... like, magic, like this?" he says, creating a statue out of the liquid in his mug.
Yod orders a Cobb salad.
"Of course not. Don't feel bad. You didn't insult me. I was just messing around."
"Yes, precisely."
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"With the weird green faces? I call them shoeheads." He moves a couple steps to the diminutive golem and removes a salmon from its built-in cooler, then begins to prepare it for frying, scooping the guts into a bucket with his knife. He seems a bit unreal, as if he came from a dream, but it's hard to place what's different about him.
"That'd be them!" They watch him with intent. "You have to wait, he's cooking it." They say to something inside their jacket.
"I'll be quick." He assures them, not commenting on the thing in their jacket as he carefully and quickly debones the fish. "This will take about four minutes to cook. Five including prep time. This is the one thing I'm good at, so I make sure that I can always show it off before my customers can get bored. Would you like some drinks in the meantime?"
"Yeah. But I survived with only a couple scars and now I'm here. So if making all the choices I did led me to this point, I think it was worth it."
"Oh, congratulations! I'm nowhere near having enough to make that step yet, but maybe someday..."
"That would be me, my friend."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"I don't matter, but my name is Scartosso if it pleases you." He thinks for a bit. "Are you Riotan? People 'round here seem mighty frightened of you." He moves the short distance to his golem, then reaches into a compartment and removes two and a half eels of varying sizes. "They ain't alive, but I thought they might interest you if I kept them raw."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I... wait, how did you know who I am? I only wear this shape on business. When I'm in public and being casual, I always disguise myself."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"I got plenty, but I don't know their names. I made up my own for them, but they might not be helpful to you. I've got eels, octopi, some of the black and silver guys with the big eyes, and some of the big belly, big mouth fishes with the green scales."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I don't know. People said 'handsome snake man,' I saw a handsome snake man. Some people had other descriptions, probably your other disguises." He pulls out some other fish and begins to cut them up. They are all exceedingly fresh, although they seem to have been caught with a trident.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Yod smiles, just looking back into Cevin's eyes silently.
Mauric suddenly goes rigid. "Saphuno, I spent eight years in central Europe learning the culinary arts as best I could execute from the best I could find, and I was already pretty good at that point. Then I spent another couple years becoming an even better druid and monster hunter from a coven in the Massif Central. I have revolutionized my field of exotic animal resources in Mediterranean, southeast Asian, and French dishes. You know that scene in Ratatouille when the critic takes one bite and starts [gp]ing bawling and remembering his childhood? I've done that in real life, DOZENS of times. I know how to cook."
"I am Thirteen. A writer, explorer, and wizard."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Oh, you think I'm handsome, eh?" He smirks. "Join the club."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Just being objective, sir." He murmurs, seemingly ashamed of something. Not embarrassed or flustered, just ashamed.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"With the weird green faces? I call them shoeheads." He moves a couple steps to the diminutive golem and removes a salmon from its built-in cooler, then begins to prepare it for frying, scooping the guts into a bucket with his knife. He seems a bit unreal, as if he came from a dream, but it's hard to place what's different about him.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Yod orders a Cobb salad.
"Of course not. Don't feel bad. You didn't insult me. I was just messing around."
"Yes, precisely."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"I'll be quick." He assures them, not commenting on the thing in their jacket as he carefully and quickly debones the fish. "This will take about four minutes to cook. Five including prep time. This is the one thing I'm good at, so I make sure that I can always show it off before my customers can get bored. Would you like some drinks in the meantime?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee*
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
*I must go very soon.*
*This is a threat.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels