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The <span class="mu-s">ROAST</span> sounds good, you respond as you sniff the warm, savory, buttery-rich tavern air and find yourself drooling, what’s in it?
“Well I can’t really give you specifics, sug,” Replies the waitress, “but I can say with absolute certainty that it’s meat and it’ll taste <span class="mu-i">SCRUMPTIOUS!</span>”
Huh, you reply with an eyebrow raised, secret recipe, huh? I getcha!
“Oh no, I just can’t really give you specifics on what goes into it.” She clarifies with a sweet smile! “But it usually turns out good!”
“I’ll get one too!” Adds Volka with her usual enthusiasm! “Oh, and before I forget…” Reaching into one of her many pouches, she pulls out a clawful of jingling trinkets and deposits them into the waitress’ apron! “Don’t run too far now, okay?”
“Wouldn’t dream of it, hon!” She replies as she pockets the baubles and skitters away to grab your order.
“Don’t worry, Rook–dinner’s on <span class="mu-i">me</span> tonight!” Announces the Skog as she nearly caves in your clavicle giving it a good-natured pat! “On second thought, eat it on the table! Much less ticklish! Just kidding~”
What was that you gave to the waitress, hm? Some kind of money? Volka responds by producing another one of the objects out of her pouch and jingles it next to your face. “This, my friend, is a <span class="mu-b">ONE-JINGLE BELL.</span> It’s what we use to pay for things around here!”
As your bodyguard gives the bell another shake, you notice that it rings at the exact same tone as it did before!
“You can tell it’s a ONE-JINGLE by the sound it makes!” She adds with a conspiratorial wink! “They’ve got <span class="mu-b">TEN-JINGLES, FIFTY-JINGLES, ONE-HUNDRED…</span>”
Woah, you remark with wide eyes, can she show you a One-Hundred?
“Nope, don’t got one.” Replies Volka flatly.
What about a Fifty?
“Nyyope.”
“Ten?”
You hear her rummage around in the pouch. “Eheheh… m-maybe we’ll just open a tab…”
Day 1 in Fantasy Land and you’re gonna spend it doing <span class="mu-i">dishes</span>... Grody…
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