narayan
Explorer
Svexyn
Tylia: "Today we have cakes made from ground roasted lentils pressed and fried in oil called 'Ashishim'. We also have flatbreads, baked with garlic and olives. Roasted chickpeas, spiced in the Maharathan fashion, served with potatoes and gravy. Rice served with hot pepers and assorted vegetables. Onion stew with leeks and goat meat flavored with cumin and coriander. Skewered rock pigeon roasted in a sweet glaze served with figs and assorted nuts. And last but not least, quail eggs and crumbled cheese served with biscuits and herb butter."
"Anyone of those meals costs three silver pieces, enough to feed an average appetite. We can serve the food in pottery bowls you can take with you and bring to your friends for two extra copper per meal. As for drink, water is two copper. Grog or rum is five copper, house ale or common wine is one silver, strong ale or fine wine is two silver, Barossan Rum or Akhenaten Tejj is three silver, dwarven ale is four silver, elven wine and our famous 'Aqua-Vitae' is five silver."
-She lowers her voice- "Drasus favors Barossan Rum, but I recommend our 'Aqua-Vitae' , if you think you have enough constitution for it?" She asks with a wry smile.
It is hard to say what would happen if things gut ugly in here. Some of the patrons are obviously capable warriors, most notably the Mgorongorons chatting with the bartender. They've marked their skin with piercings and scars in a proud display of their high pain threshold. One table seats two scoundrels and one scout who could likely fight with great skill as well. Another table seats two men in wizards robes with a young apprentice between them. The final table has three merchants who don't appear particularly dangerous, but they may well have several guards outside by their tents.
[Svexyn: What do you do?]
Svexyn:
~What's with the golden eyes. It's not going to be easy to find this guy, considering everyone here seems to have the same eyes...~
Svexyn nods to Gedeon, as he sits at a nearby table and awaits Tamas. He motions for Tylia to come take his order, as he asks, "What type of food do you carry? I have two helpers outside that are hungry. Figured they could do with something warm to bring them. If you have something for the road, can you make three of them and have them ready for when I am finished talking with Drasus? And what type of drink would you recommend? What's Drasus's preferred drink?"
Tylia: "Today we have cakes made from ground roasted lentils pressed and fried in oil called 'Ashishim'. We also have flatbreads, baked with garlic and olives. Roasted chickpeas, spiced in the Maharathan fashion, served with potatoes and gravy. Rice served with hot pepers and assorted vegetables. Onion stew with leeks and goat meat flavored with cumin and coriander. Skewered rock pigeon roasted in a sweet glaze served with figs and assorted nuts. And last but not least, quail eggs and crumbled cheese served with biscuits and herb butter."
"Anyone of those meals costs three silver pieces, enough to feed an average appetite. We can serve the food in pottery bowls you can take with you and bring to your friends for two extra copper per meal. As for drink, water is two copper. Grog or rum is five copper, house ale or common wine is one silver, strong ale or fine wine is two silver, Barossan Rum or Akhenaten Tejj is three silver, dwarven ale is four silver, elven wine and our famous 'Aqua-Vitae' is five silver."
-She lowers her voice- "Drasus favors Barossan Rum, but I recommend our 'Aqua-Vitae' , if you think you have enough constitution for it?" She asks with a wry smile.
He then sits and waits, hoping that this night would at least prove fruitful in some information on where to look next. While he sits, he listens to the singing, but also scans the room as well for a note on who is in here, and a rough idea of what to expect should things not go so well.
It is hard to say what would happen if things gut ugly in here. Some of the patrons are obviously capable warriors, most notably the Mgorongorons chatting with the bartender. They've marked their skin with piercings and scars in a proud display of their high pain threshold. One table seats two scoundrels and one scout who could likely fight with great skill as well. Another table seats two men in wizards robes with a young apprentice between them. The final table has three merchants who don't appear particularly dangerous, but they may well have several guards outside by their tents.
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