FitzTheRuke
Legend
Jack stepped to the side of the kitchen doors and waved for the front-line to move in. The heavy doors pushed inward to a smoke-filled and odorous kitchen, with a packed dirt floor and two seven-foot-high trestle tables covered with pots, kettles and bowls.
Counters along the walls were cluttered with wooden utensils, jugs, mugs, and plates. Barrels were piled near the tables, and various cheeses, smoked meats, and sausages hung from the blackened rafters. Simmering in the hearths were two fat iron cauldrons overflowing with hot broth.
Between the tables stood a massively fat hill giant wearing a stained leather apron. The giant screamed instructions at a dozen orcs (a few of them, judging by their size, were half-ogres), who worked the counters in a frenzy of activity.
No one took particular notice of the door as it opened.
Counters along the walls were cluttered with wooden utensils, jugs, mugs, and plates. Barrels were piled near the tables, and various cheeses, smoked meats, and sausages hung from the blackened rafters. Simmering in the hearths were two fat iron cauldrons overflowing with hot broth.
Between the tables stood a massively fat hill giant wearing a stained leather apron. The giant screamed instructions at a dozen orcs (a few of them, judging by their size, were half-ogres), who worked the counters in a frenzy of activity.
No one took particular notice of the door as it opened.
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