(OOC: I hope you don't mind if I... sit in?)
Ghost sat in an empty corner of the Drowning Wench. The Mercenaries Corner he like to think of it. People tended to stay away from a large highlander in battle scarred plate with a with a a very large axe leaning against a wall within quick reach. Ghost took his mug of... something, probably watered down ale, and took a drink. After a moment he sighed, absently tapping his full-face helm laying on the table with his other hand. Well this is horribly boring, he thought, I wonder if they have any good food here? Perhaps a good cobbler? Or a well spiced meat dish? Ooh, or pie! I would love a good pie. Soon after this thought he waved a servant girl over. The girl approached Ghost timidly.
"Uhm, uh, y-yes?" She asked.
"I would like a slice of your finest pie please." Ghost said in a moderatly deep voice.
The girl blinked a few times, "P-p-pie?"
Ghost stared blankly at the girl for a moment, "I hope pie isn't some code for freshly chopped midlander?"
"N-no!" The girl said enthusiastically, waving her arms, her eys widening.
"Oh, good, cuz I would love some pie now?"
"R-right, uh, right away." She said as she scurried off.
Ghost sighed and leaned back in his wooden chair. I hope they have good pie.
Ghost sat in an empty corner of the Drowning Wench. The Mercenaries Corner he like to think of it. People tended to stay away from a large highlander in battle scarred plate with a with a a very large axe leaning against a wall within quick reach. Ghost took his mug of... something, probably watered down ale, and took a drink. After a moment he sighed, absently tapping his full-face helm laying on the table with his other hand. Well this is horribly boring, he thought, I wonder if they have any good food here? Perhaps a good cobbler? Or a well spiced meat dish? Ooh, or pie! I would love a good pie. Soon after this thought he waved a servant girl over. The girl approached Ghost timidly.
"Uhm, uh, y-yes?" She asked.
"I would like a slice of your finest pie please." Ghost said in a moderatly deep voice.
The girl blinked a few times, "P-p-pie?"
Ghost stared blankly at the girl for a moment, "I hope pie isn't some code for freshly chopped midlander?"
"N-no!" The girl said enthusiastically, waving her arms, her eys widening.
"Oh, good, cuz I would love some pie now?"
"R-right, uh, right away." She said as she scurried off.
Ghost sighed and leaned back in his wooden chair. I hope they have good pie.
I seem to have lost my pie cutter.
