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tisfinished) wrote in vivala2024-09-01 05:33 pm
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02 - Smoke-cured gravlax; citrus infused grog; hearty cod potage thickened with hardtack.
01: Smoke Em If You Got Em (ft Link)
The latest catch of seafood was abundant and the clear if cold weather on the local islands amenable: Senshi is going to smoke herring, cod and salmon, both as a practical way to extend the Fleet’s rations and to satisfy the curiosity of that adept fisherman Link at his request.
He’s already placed inch-thick fillets into barrels with water, salt, molasses, herbs and lemon slices, and is gathering the right kind of aromatic wood for the job - fist sized chunks of dry cherry, oak and applewood. The smokers, each larger than Senshi, squat in a protective layer of gravel.
“Alright, then,” he says. “Curious about how to smoke fish?”
02: Axes of the Dwarves
For all that he insists he is better in the back keeping everyone fed, Senshi has heard the rumblings of an Imp counterattack and knows he will have to defend himself. It’s not often you see the dwarf in the training halls and dojos of Flotsam, but he’s here now, practicing with his cleaver, his adamant shield/wok… and a bearded axe of simple construction, with a spike on the top and a hammer head in the back.
His expression and demeanor are uncharacteristically grim.
“Do folks need a sparring partner?” he’ll ask.
03: Where Everybody Knows Your Name
And, of course, there are always mouths to feed. But there’s a tension Senshi can’t quite rid himself of even as he works the job he loves so well, serving soup and small beer to all and sundry.
He serves himself last, and eats much more slowly than usual, staring into his drink. It’s clear that sonething weighty is on his mind.
The latest catch of seafood was abundant and the clear if cold weather on the local islands amenable: Senshi is going to smoke herring, cod and salmon, both as a practical way to extend the Fleet’s rations and to satisfy the curiosity of that adept fisherman Link at his request.
He’s already placed inch-thick fillets into barrels with water, salt, molasses, herbs and lemon slices, and is gathering the right kind of aromatic wood for the job - fist sized chunks of dry cherry, oak and applewood. The smokers, each larger than Senshi, squat in a protective layer of gravel.
“Alright, then,” he says. “Curious about how to smoke fish?”
02: Axes of the Dwarves
For all that he insists he is better in the back keeping everyone fed, Senshi has heard the rumblings of an Imp counterattack and knows he will have to defend himself. It’s not often you see the dwarf in the training halls and dojos of Flotsam, but he’s here now, practicing with his cleaver, his adamant shield/wok… and a bearded axe of simple construction, with a spike on the top and a hammer head in the back.
His expression and demeanor are uncharacteristically grim.
“Do folks need a sparring partner?” he’ll ask.
03: Where Everybody Knows Your Name
And, of course, there are always mouths to feed. But there’s a tension Senshi can’t quite rid himself of even as he works the job he loves so well, serving soup and small beer to all and sundry.
He serves himself last, and eats much more slowly than usual, staring into his drink. It’s clear that sonething weighty is on his mind.
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"If ya hadn't said that last part, Ah'd've asked if ya primarily do research or mapmakin'." Well, maybe he still does. "Pretty used to pork an' chicken, lil' less so beef. Can't say Ah've heard o'this 'manticore tail hot pot' thing 'fore now, or e'en a 'manticore', though. But if you're sayin' that, sounds like they're kinda dangerous?"
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He doesn't mean underground prisons by that. He finishes his beer, considers, than starts refilling it.
"I've seen carnivorous plants large enough to swallow a tallfolk man whole, banished ghosts using a jar of holy water as a flail, and seen a red dragon take flight. As curious as I was to see how that last was put together, I don't regret fleeing the scene rather than getting closer to check."