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04 - Mulled Cider and Wine; Eel and Root Vegetable Hand Pies; Creamy Cod Chowder
1: The Milk Run, docked at Flotsam
Senshi seems unusually focused and far less chatty than usual as he serves up hearty winter fare; in addition to the headline items from this post's title, he has hot tea, coffee and cocoa available as well as pork pies and (as a vegetarian option) mushroom pies and an array of pickled vegetables.
He tries to be friendly as ever, but it's clear something weighs heavily on his mind.
2: The Vault's Practice Halls
Senshi is in need of a sparring partner. He's practicing with axe and shield - curiously, practicing with a cage strapped to his chest - and the poor wooden practice dummies he's been whaling on have been taking a serious beating.
"Think maybe I need an actual opponent," he says, his voice unusually clipped.
3: Solstice Gift-Giving
Beware: if you've done any kindnesses to the weird dwarf that loves to cook with monster meat (even more so than most Flotsam pirates, at any rate) then you're liable to find a box outside your home or apartment door wrapped in a ribbon.
While there is no name identifying who could have left them, the fact that they are exquisite, frosted gingerbread monsters narrows down the possible culprits significantly.
Senshi seems unusually focused and far less chatty than usual as he serves up hearty winter fare; in addition to the headline items from this post's title, he has hot tea, coffee and cocoa available as well as pork pies and (as a vegetarian option) mushroom pies and an array of pickled vegetables.
He tries to be friendly as ever, but it's clear something weighs heavily on his mind.
2: The Vault's Practice Halls
Senshi is in need of a sparring partner. He's practicing with axe and shield - curiously, practicing with a cage strapped to his chest - and the poor wooden practice dummies he's been whaling on have been taking a serious beating.
"Think maybe I need an actual opponent," he says, his voice unusually clipped.
3: Solstice Gift-Giving
Beware: if you've done any kindnesses to the weird dwarf that loves to cook with monster meat (even more so than most Flotsam pirates, at any rate) then you're liable to find a box outside your home or apartment door wrapped in a ribbon.
While there is no name identifying who could have left them, the fact that they are exquisite, frosted gingerbread monsters narrows down the possible culprits significantly.
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"Honor is something I understand very well, to my very bones." She looked sidelong for a moment, a small frown on her face and she gave a slight tilt of her head.
"If I found myself in such a mission, I would do as you plan to do, to make the operation as clean as possible and see just how many of the team and support could be liberated. But I admit, it would still bite at me."
She pauses and shrugs, giving a characteristic movement of shoulders and wings.
"It still does."
She nods to the second and chuckles. "It is worthy work - I've seen fish prepared enough times for storage and for table, that I can offer advice, even if I can actually eat them on their own." She gave a very bright and toothy smile. "Until then. I wish you success."
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He does manage smile at the fish talk. "One kid was astounded that smoking a fish was an option. Figured out it's because of his impatience - it's a day's worth of smoking, and he has places to go and people to duel."
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She gave a shrug. "Lifetime professional, after all."
At the change of subject, her manner softened. "Smoking, frying, even treating the meat like cutlets. There's even a condiment made from a long fermentation of it. Smoking brings out its own kind of flavor, and it can be a true delight."