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Briarland - Campground
| *dicing, cooking, setting down plate, crunch* |
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Hmm, that should do it. Good thing so many of these ingredients and cooking tools are familiar to us. |
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Never have I been so grateful that I took a Culinary Crucible course... |
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Definitely. Once we make it back to reality, we should advise the headmage to make it a mandatory class. |
| Who knew cooking for myself in Ramshackle would come in so handy? | At least we didn't have to eat rats or lizards. |
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Ooh, that smells good! What're you stirrin' there, MC? Cheese risotto? |
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Yeah. There wasn't any pepper in the provisions we seized, but I used salt and local herbs for seasoning. |
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The herb-roasted chicken and vegetables are done as well! |
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Aww, yeah! I'm starvin'. Time to get my grub on! |
| *bonk* |
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STOP THAT! The royal guardsmen will take their meals first.Does your brazenness know no bounds, direbeast? |
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Aww, man! At school it's always first come, first served! |
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Well, this isn't school! Mind your manners! All right, everyone! Thank you for your patience. Dinner is now served! |
Royal Guardsmen |
*fae language* |
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Took you long enough. ...Yech, what's this goopy white concoction? |
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It's a risotto made from cheese and oatmeal. |
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Ri...sotto? |
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Try a bite. It's not bad. Probably. |
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A confident claim. All right, time for a poison test... *awmph* ...!!! |
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How is it? |
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It tastes like some of the fancy food I had in the royal capital, when I ate with those old coots in the senate! Back then, they served a scant spoonful on a plate bigger than my head... And you made a whole pot of it? |
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We have meat and vegetables as well! |
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Let's see here... *awmph* Mm?! This is some tender meat. is it raw? You fool, you're going to give us food poisoning! |
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No, sir! It's cooked all the way through. I gathered some riverside rocks and used magic to whip up a makeshift stove, which I then used to slow-roast it. |
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*munch* Every bite is so juicy. It tastes like the meat they serve at inns in port cities. Mm... Not bad. |
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I am honored by your praise! |
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Get over here, louts, it's dinner time! Eat your fill and get to bed! |
Royal Guardsmen |
*fae language* |
| Whew... |
| *step* |
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Reporting in, General. The ironclads appear to have retreated towards Howling Canyon. However, their obsession with mining our ore runs deep. Considering the very good chance they'll be back with more troops, I'll warn our sentries to stay sharp. |
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Good work. Go on and eat up while we have the time. |
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That's all right, sir. I should focus on maintaining our equipment first, just in case— |
| *stomach growling* |
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Bwahaha! Sounds to me like your stomach begs to differ. |
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Grk... |
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You've got the biggest appetite out of all of us. Don't stand on ceremony now. Aren't I always saying you can't fight on an empty stomach? |
| *plate clink* |
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Please, Baur, right this way! Everything is ready to eat. |
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...Hm. Did you humans make this? |
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YES! I truly hope you enjoy it! |
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...I don't want it. Leave me. |
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But... |
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I said I don't want it! Don't make me repeat myself, human! |
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Ah... Pardon my rudeness. |
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Oh, knock it off. Stop yelling while I'm trying to eat. You're free to do as you like, but you'd better not go doing anything stupid like collapsing out of hunger. |
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I have my own field rations. Don't worry about me, General. |
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...... |
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Remember, Sebek, this is all a dream. The real Baur still cares about you— |
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Yes, I'm not stupid! You don't have to spell it out. My grandfather gave me an enriching education. He was the one to buy me books and teach me the joys of reading when I was a young boy. If not for those wretched Silver Owls, I could've potentially bonded more with my younger grandfather... ...They shall all pay for this! |
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Ooh, what's that I hear? You don't want your meal, Baur? Great, more for me! Time to give this food a better home! |
| *step, nom nom nom* |
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Wh... How dare you, direbeast! Such brazenness! |
| No, bad Grim! Control yourself! | Attaboy, Grim! Clean his plate! |
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*munch* *scarf* Nothin' beats the taste of hot melted cheese and extra-juicy meat! |
| *stomach growl* |
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Grr...! |
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Hahaha! Bold of you to pick a fight with Baur of all people. |
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Rgh... If this food is going to a direbeast otherwise, I'll eat it! Give me that! |
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Mrah! You said you didn't want it, remember? It's mine now! |
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Baur! There's plenty more to go around! |
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I'll bring you more right now. |
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