The door to the tavern opens as a half elf walks in. He has tanned skin, the color closer to light cinnamon with short ears that are barely pointed at the shell. He has bright amber eyes that seem to hide little nuggets of gold in the swathes of brown. He has ruffled ginger hair and a neat handlebar mustache that seem to be kept well. A pair of goggles sit up on the top of his head, well work from use. He wears simple alchemist attire along with a satchel around his left side. He takes a seat and begins to thumb through a menu before sighing, leaning back. He fishes a pipe out of his bag along with a small baggie of herbs. He lights the bowl of the pipe once he puts in the herbs and inhales, exhaling a drag of smoke from his nose.
The door to the tavern opens as a half elf walks in. He has tanned skin, the color closer to light cinnamon with short ears that are barely pointed at the shell. He has bright amber eyes that seem to hide little nuggets of gold in the swathes of brown. He has ruffled ginger hair and a neat handlebar mustache that seem to be kept well. A pair of goggles sit up on the top of his head, well work from use. He wears simple alchemist attire along with a satchel around his left side. He takes a seat and begins to thumb through a menu before sighing, leaning back. He fishes a pipe out of his bag along with a small baggie of herbs. He lights the bowl of the pipe once he puts in the herbs and inhales, exhaling a drag of smoke from his nose.
Felix waddles over and climbs onto his lap, yawning.
The door to the tavern opens as a half elf walks in. He has tanned skin, the color closer to light cinnamon with short ears that are barely pointed at the shell. He has bright amber eyes that seem to hide little nuggets of gold in the swathes of brown. He has ruffled ginger hair and a neat handlebar mustache that seem to be kept well. A pair of goggles sit up on the top of his head, well work from use. He wears simple alchemist attire along with a satchel around his left side. He takes a seat and begins to thumb through a menu before sighing, leaning back. He fishes a pipe out of his bag along with a small baggie of herbs. He lights the bowl of the pipe once he puts in the herbs and inhales, exhaling a drag of smoke from his nose.
Felix waddles over and climbs onto his lap, yawning.
The man raises a brow, looking around before looking back down at Felix. "May I.. help you?"
Felix waddles over and climbs onto his lap, yawning.
The man raises a brow, looking around before looking back down at Felix. "May I.. help you?"
He leans against the man's chest, looking up at him sleepily. "No, not really. It looks like you aren't interested in anything on the menu. Do you have any requests?"
Felix waddles over and climbs onto his lap, yawning.
The man raises a brow, looking around before looking back down at Felix. "May I.. help you?"
He leans against the man's chest, looking up at him sleepily. "No, not really. It looks like you aren't interested in anything on the menu. Do you have any requests?"
"My tastes tend to be... Picky I suppose." He shrugs "have to choose what I eat carefully or bad things happen." He tilted his head "You a chef I assume if you are asking."
He leans against the man's chest, looking up at him sleepily. "No, not really. It looks like you aren't interested in anything on the menu. Do you have any requests?"
"My tastes tend to be... Picky I suppose." He shrugs "have to choose what I eat carefully or bad things happen." He tilted his head "You a chef I assume if you are asking."
He nods. "The chef, actually. I specialize in bringing things to the table that most people would throw away. I pride myself on being able to..." he yawns. "...cook anything."
He leans against the man's chest, looking up at him sleepily. "No, not really. It looks like you aren't interested in anything on the menu. Do you have any requests?"
"My tastes tend to be... Picky I suppose." He shrugs "have to choose what I eat carefully or bad things happen." He tilted his head "You a chef I assume if you are asking."
He nods. "The chef, actually. I specialize in bringing things to the table that most people would throw away. I pride myself on being able to..." he yawns. "...cook anything."
He sets out a short sigh, more of a harrumph if one were to put it in a category "Anything?" He left brow raises, appraising Felix.
He nods. "The chef, actually. I specialize in bringing things to the table that most people would throw away. I pride myself on being able to..." he yawns. "...cook anything."
He sets out a short sigh, more of a harrumph if one were to put it in a category "Anything?" He left brow raises, appraising Felix.
He nods again. "Yeh. I've cooked an iron golem before. It wasn't great, but I tried."
He nods. "The chef, actually. I specialize in bringing things to the table that most people would throw away. I pride myself on being able to..." he yawns. "...cook anything."
He sets out a short sigh, more of a harrumph if one were to put it in a category "Anything?" He left brow raises, appraising Felix.
He nods again. "Yeh. I've cooked an iron golem before. It wasn't great, but I tried."
"Mn." He hummed noncommittally, standing up and holding Felix like a cat, his hands under Felix's armpits and at arms length "Okay then, do you know Faerun cherry pie?"
He nods again. "Yeh. I've cooked an iron golem before. It wasn't great, but I tried."
"Mn." He hummed noncommittally, standing up and holding Felix like a cat, his hands under Felix's armpits and at arms length "Okay then, do you know Faerun cherry pie?"
He tilts his head slightly, his short legs dangling in the air. He screws his face up for a second, then nods for the third time. "Yeah, brah. I can make that. The spices won't be fresh-ground, but it'll still be decent."
He nods again. "Yeh. I've cooked an iron golem before. It wasn't great, but I tried."
"Mn." He hummed noncommittally, standing up and holding Felix like a cat, his hands under Felix's armpits and at arms length "Okay then, do you know Faerun cherry pie?"
He tilts his head slightly, his short legs dangling in the air. He screws his face up for a second, then nods for the third time. "Yeah, brah. I can make that. The spices won't be fresh-ground, but it'll still be decent."
"Okay, then you have my customership, please try and make it as close to the original recipe as possible. I will pay a pretty penny for your efforts."
(there was a guy that had more than him, but a lot of that guy's posts got wiped when the mods deleted an old thread)
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they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around You can tell me what you want, say what you will But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
He tilts his head slightly, his short legs dangling in the air. He screws his face up for a second, then nods for the third time. "Yeah, brah. I can make that. The spices won't be fresh-ground, but it'll still be decent."
"Okay, then you have my customership, please try and make it as close to the original recipe as possible. I will pay a pretty penny for your efforts."
"There are hundreds of recipes with their own little tweaks. I doubt there is a remaining copy of the original document." He raises his arms a bit in a tiny flap as he gestures. "But if you tell me where you got your sample from, I can probably come up with something very similar."
He tilts his head slightly, his short legs dangling in the air. He screws his face up for a second, then nods for the third time. "Yeah, brah. I can make that. The spices won't be fresh-ground, but it'll still be decent."
"Okay, then you have my customership, please try and make it as close to the original recipe as possible. I will pay a pretty penny for your efforts."
"There are hundreds of recipes with their own little tweaks. I doubt there is a remaining copy of the original document." He raises his arms a bit in a tiny flap as he gestures. "But if you tell me where you got your sample from, I can probably come up with something very similar."
The man pulls out a piece of paper from his bag "I should have the original copy, I'm the one who made it." He grinned playfully.
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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
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*Sorry, being weird XD*
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
The door to the tavern opens as a half elf walks in. He has tanned skin, the color closer to light cinnamon with short ears that are barely pointed at the shell. He has bright amber eyes that seem to hide little nuggets of gold in the swathes of brown. He has ruffled ginger hair and a neat handlebar mustache that seem to be kept well. A pair of goggles sit up on the top of his head, well work from use. He wears simple alchemist attire along with a satchel around his left side. He takes a seat and begins to thumb through a menu before sighing, leaning back. He fishes a pipe out of his bag along with a small baggie of herbs. He lights the bowl of the pipe once he puts in the herbs and inhales, exhaling a drag of smoke from his nose.
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
Felix waddles over and climbs onto his lap, yawning.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The man raises a brow, looking around before looking back down at Felix. "May I.. help you?"
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
He leans against the man's chest, looking up at him sleepily. "No, not really. It looks like you aren't interested in anything on the menu. Do you have any requests?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"My tastes tend to be... Picky I suppose." He shrugs "have to choose what I eat carefully or bad things happen." He tilted his head "You a chef I assume if you are asking."
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
He nods. "The chef, actually. I specialize in bringing things to the table that most people would throw away. I pride myself on being able to..." he yawns. "...cook anything."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He sets out a short sigh, more of a harrumph if one were to put it in a category "Anything?" He left brow raises, appraising Felix.
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
He nods again. "Yeh. I've cooked an iron golem before. It wasn't great, but I tried."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Mn." He hummed noncommittally, standing up and holding Felix like a cat, his hands under Felix's armpits and at arms length "Okay then, do you know Faerun cherry pie?"
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
He tilts his head slightly, his short legs dangling in the air. He screws his face up for a second, then nods for the third time. "Yeah, brah. I can make that. The spices won't be fresh-ground, but it'll still be decent."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Okay, then you have my customership, please try and make it as close to the original recipe as possible. I will pay a pretty penny for your efforts."
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
(there was a guy that had more than him, but a lot of that guy's posts got wiped when the mods deleted an old thread)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground
And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around
You can tell me what you want, say what you will
But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
*Yep*
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
"There are hundreds of recipes with their own little tweaks. I doubt there is a remaining copy of the original document." He raises his arms a bit in a tiny flap as he gestures. "But if you tell me where you got your sample from, I can probably come up with something very similar."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The man pulls out a piece of paper from his bag "I should have the original copy, I'm the one who made it." He grinned playfully.
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