Re: mmmmm.. liquor
wings said:
He opens his eyes and looks up at the bartender."Can't say ill against a tavern with a full shelf. Lets have something special, something that has yet to grace my Elven tasebuds. And some meat for our bird of prey, here."
The barkeep smiles. Without turning his head, he calls back to the kitchen: "Hal! Bring in a rabbit's thigh!" And turns toward the rack...
He looks hard here and there: "Something yet to grace the tastebuds, ah?" And pulls a half-empty bottle of deep crimson liquid from the shelf. "This ought to be a surprise."
He pours a small share, around two ounces, into a short glass, then lifts it level with his eyes for inspection. "Pelly Hill rum, one of the finest gnomish liquors... That should be a little special, eh?"
As he sets down the drink, a round-faced, olive-skinned man of about ten too many years comes from the kitchen with a leg of raw, red meat. "Just the thigh then?"
The barkeep nods, takes it, sets it out on a battered wooden plate for the bird.
"That's three silver between the both... Pay as you go or pay as you leave, so long as you pay, right?"
He smiles his crooked smile once again. Taking the glass, you can feel that the drink is a fair bit colder than room temperature... Its taste is burning and foul in the mouth, but the aftertaste is sickly-sweet and strangely pleasant.
The barkeep turns away, catching sight of the gnomes at a table. "Mara!" he calls out to the serving-woman, then points back in their direction.
She arrives in short haste. "You two'll be having something then?" She turns and slips a smile to the lutist Oliver, who nods back.