The Dark Elf received the ordered food a small picher of hot water. Handing over 5 coppers the elf, the pitcher is hung from the unhooded lantern to keep it warm. the simple clay mug on the tray is accepted, as well.
The tea is pour and in an oddly formal manor the elf sniffs the mug and the bowl of soup of the day, a piece of the hot meat pie, and rubs the edges of both liquid utensils. before taking a sip and taste.
Silhouette:
[Language unknown: "Heion. En usthi."]
Glancing up a moment, the young voice replies
"[Language unknown: Hou.. ta oneherkorder wilhisiou ore a atein]"
Flyd Boneshaker:
[Language unknown: "Folomo nce ival mi el nceredall siie nd er evel eauoneeve Natios camail P pe. Ll tio nataai bleil er, any mo ec e les thitedthaven latlatare wheek ek p." ]
The Dark one turns to look at the dwarven companion at the table,
"[Language unknown: M tachhi wicom llvor e ivepe me iveyinvor icoer be.. ivof o waswasoun cemen noas hales mo dayandlin.
Ol un wi outandbutfor k areorered.]"
Turning back the food, it began to disappear rather daintily.
OOC
20:03, Today: Min'OrImKakee rolled 4 using 1d20 ((4)). Craft Poison "knowlage of".
20:07, Today: Min'OrImKakee rolled 25 using 1d20+5 ((20)). Search "trapfinding-poison".
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