ooc: I think I screwed up that bit with the creature loresight. For some reason, I thought it was a rhodin you had, not a devil dog. My bad. In any event, the rhodin information will probably serve you better in the long run.
After Pyior and Khajom return from their messy work with the body, everyone is ready to do a little exploring. The first order of business seems to be finding some food. The map that Truthspeaker scribbled out had one room just off the main hall labelled 'kitchen', so everyone heads down to check it out.
It is late afternoon, probably an hour or two until the soldiers would start assembling for dinner. In the main hall, you note that the commander and his aides have cleared out and taken their maps and papers, leaving the room vacant.
Approaching the door to the room labelled 'kitchen' you can clearly make out the sound of pots and pans in service. You open the door and find a servicable kitchen - a large stew pot sits over a low fire in one corner and several ovens line another wall, loaves of bread baking in two of them. Shelves line the other walls, though most are largely barren save for a few jars.
Working over the stew pot, dropping in a cutting board full of some unidentifiable vegetables, is a large man. He is portly and has a mop of curly red hair. At the sound of the door opening, he turns and greets you with a wide, genuine smile.
"Well, hello there!" he says. "Come on in, don't be shy! Name's Ambrose. I'm the cook for the company here." In short order, he has gotten everyone's names and learned that you are here as the freelance adventurers for Truthspeaker.
Whether hungry or not, he insists on setting everyone up with a bowl of his stew. "The soldiers don't eat for another hour or two, but the stew's all ready to go and I have a couple loaves of bread over here. Please, eat up! Tell me what you think of it. It's kinda my own recipe...the stew. The men here love it."
Steaming bowls are thrust into your hands and he tries to find chairs and clear space for you at one of the cooking tables. The stew has a greasy consistency and an almost uniform gray color. The smell is not terribly appealing and resembles no stew any of you recall having ever eaten before. Ambrose is eagerly waiting for someone to dig in and tell him how wonderful it tastes.
Between one another, your eyes are basically daring someone to be the first to sample the stew.
