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<blockquote data-quote="Silver Moon" data-source="post: 960692" data-attributes="member: 8530">Sniffing the air, Finn inquired &quot;And what exactly is that I am smelling...has an odd smell to it?&quot;&nbsp;&nbsp; &quot;Just an old family recipe&quot; Drakhar replies.&nbsp; &quot;Well, as old as your family is I would expect that to be true of all your recipes&quot; the man cheerfully answers.&nbsp; Drakhar grabs his spoon and apportions equal amounts into the bowls of his companions, stating &quot;Eat up, better when it's hot.&quot;&nbsp;&nbsp; While still pretending to sleep, Gnorvald slinks his hand over towards his bowl and removes a sampling.&nbsp; He tastes the food and winces.&nbsp; &quot;Good thing he's good with an axe, he can't cook worth a damn,&quot; he thought to himself.&nbsp;&nbsp; Celina carefully takes in the aroma of the dish, agreeing with his earlier assessment, and taking a small sample of it.&nbsp; Whatever the dish was, Elvan cuisine it wasn't.&nbsp;&nbsp; The bard contemplates commenting on the dish, but reconsiders, fearing another friendly punch from his Dwarven companion.&nbsp; &nbsp; With great care Celina extracts a spice packet pouch, hoping to give the meal enough flavor to be able to eat at least some of it. Finn approaches eating to the dish with the same abandon that he generally applies to life itself.&nbsp;&nbsp; Drakhar stifles a slight smirk as the man downs his fourth heaping spoonful.&nbsp;&nbsp; The cleric sudden stops chewing and looks up, a strange look now crossing his face.&nbsp; &quot;Hit him sooner that I expected&quot; the dwarf pondered.&nbsp; A wide grin then crosses Finn's face, and he exclaims &quot;That's it!&quot;&nbsp;&nbsp; &quot;What?&quot; Drakhar snarls.&nbsp;&nbsp; Finn answers &quot;The flavoring.&nbsp; Took me a bit of time to identify.&nbsp; New Rockhome Dwarven Rotgut, aged…18 years I'd say.&nbsp;&nbsp; This sample would be from a lot made for the Silversteel Tavern.&nbsp; General Balkar's personal family blend I believe.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Silver Moon, post: 960692, member: 8530"] Sniffing the air, Finn inquired "And what exactly is that I am smelling...has an odd smell to it?" "Just an old family recipe" Drakhar replies. "Well, as old as your family is I would expect that to be true of all your recipes" the man cheerfully answers. Drakhar grabs his spoon and apportions equal amounts into the bowls of his companions, stating "Eat up, better when it's hot." While still pretending to sleep, Gnorvald slinks his hand over towards his bowl and removes a sampling. He tastes the food and winces. "Good thing he's good with an axe, he can't cook worth a damn," he thought to himself. Celina carefully takes in the aroma of the dish, agreeing with his earlier assessment, and taking a small sample of it. Whatever the dish was, Elvan cuisine it wasn't. The bard contemplates commenting on the dish, but reconsiders, fearing another friendly punch from his Dwarven companion. With great care Celina extracts a spice packet pouch, hoping to give the meal enough flavor to be able to eat at least some of it. Finn approaches eating to the dish with the same abandon that he generally applies to life itself. Drakhar stifles a slight smirk as the man downs his fourth heaping spoonful. The cleric sudden stops chewing and looks up, a strange look now crossing his face. "Hit him sooner that I expected" the dwarf pondered. A wide grin then crosses Finn's face, and he exclaims "That's it!" "What?" Drakhar snarls. Finn answers "The flavoring. Took me a bit of time to identify. New Rockhome Dwarven Rotgut, aged…18 years I'd say. This sample would be from a lot made for the Silversteel Tavern. General Balkar's personal family blend I believe." [/QUOTE]

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