by The Kingpin » Thu Aug 31, 2017 9:20 pm
Sighing, the elf resigned himself to his guests' disregard for hospitality. "Sometimes I wonder why I bother trying. Everyone always insists on doing the work anyway, even when hospitality falls on the host," he mused as he made his way to the ground floor.
From there, it was a weaving venture to the kitchen around the typical queues of heroes for hire, advisors, politicians and the various experts that populated city hall during working hours. Eventually, the elf found himself in front of a cabinet where he kept his supplies. He didn't have much cause for accessing it, and it was really shared between himself and his two colleagues, so he was never sure what he had in here. But as luck would have it, he found a half-dozen more similar sized cups, and retrieved three of them, one atop the other in a little stack. He also retrieved a tightly wrapped bag, which felt as though it must be made of some kind of firm leather or paper. Handing it to Beshayir, he closed the cabinet and made his way back upstairs.
The younger of the two elves knew without thinking what it was she was just handed. Pre-roasted, powdered and reduced to a form that could actually dissolve, this was an easier variant of the drink that they were served in Antar's company, and of that which her grandparents drank fairly frequently. No doubt, Faruq had requested this so that he wouldn't have to go through the full-blown procedure that was involved in preparing it otherwise. It wasn't quite as strong as the normal variant of the drink, but most wouldn't be able to tell the difference either way. Even Beshayir had a hard time guessing half the time. She just remembered the packaging because it was the same stuff she used to watch her grandfather sell in the bazaar back home.
"I will warn you. It is a bitter drink. The ones calling it muddy are not entirely wrong, if flavour were the only criterion for their judgement." His warning was clearly aimed squarely at Evisa and Natalie, whom he had stubbornly objected to handing over the cups to, what with Evisa already carrying a pail of milk and Natalie being a complete stranger and newcomer in their company. Even if they were willing to pitch in, he wouldn't have any of it.
"Ah yes, organised chaos. the sign of a clever but ever-busy mind. To the perpetrator, a carefully woven web of belongings and intrigue, but to the bystander? Madness!"
–William Beckett, Lore of Leyuna RPG