Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20190905141956/@comment-5543592-20190908210857

Baldr sat across from Nyasia, placing a filled bowl before her, and then other before himself. He removed his helmet, revealing a shaved, melon-shaped headed with squashed features, particularly his nose and brow. It gave him a grumpy, bored appearance. His jaw was broad and stout, defiantly square against the sheer roundness of his features.

He brough the bowl to his lips and sampled the curry first, then frowned.

"Different from Nordic cuisine, is it?" Nyasia smiled wide.

Baldr nodded, grimacing with distaste. He swallowed more however.

"It looks like the soups the old chef from the Matze quarter would make.  It looks good." Nyasia said. "I will wait until Scaldor comes with the spoons, I do not want any of it get on my face."

"I get to act however I want, ya uppity cunt." Scaldor snorted. "Her highness aside.  You wanna eat or what?"