Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150814172530/@comment-29559990-20150819225721

Vordel took a seat next to the Argonian while Denon ordered a room.

"Waiter!" Vordel yelled. "I want a round of Lavender Dumplins!"

"A what?" The waiter asked.

"Lavender Dumplins!"

"The hell is that?"

"You don't know what Lavender Dumplins are?" Vordel asked, eyebrows.

"Well, no, but..." The bartender was interrupted by Vordel grabbing him by the shirt collar and pulling him close.

"Well, you better learn real quick. Because if Vordy doesn't get his Lavender Dumplin's, Vordy gets mad. And if Vordy gets mad..."

"Uh... uhhh..." The waiter gulped, scared senless. "We'll... we'll come up with something, sir."

"Good lad," Vordel let go of the man, who went of quickly to prepare something that hopefully came out as a dish of Lavendar Dumplin's.