Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20200119220646/@comment-5543592-20200119234521

"It must, of course, be someone living in town, but whoever it is they vould have to lived in town for quite a long time.  We almost never get visitors."

Vladius lifted the soup bowl  from the table, to his lips, and sipped it. He immediately spat it back out.

"Quincian!" He barked over his shoulder.

The servant was lingering behind his lord's chair, and he pocked his head out, "Yes, master?"

"What iz in this?"

"It's roasted chicken, lord, like you requested.  Leek, onion, celery, parsley, garlic--"

"Garlic?  It vent vithout saying there vas to be no garlic, Quincian.  Vithout saying!  Take it away."

Quincian vanished the soup bowl out of Vladius' hands, quickly taking it back to the kitchen. Vladius shook his head, disappointed, and reoriented his attention to Alvoran again, "The knight would know best, I'm certain."

"Everyone." The knight said.