Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150814172530/@comment-29559990-20150819233307

"What'r you talkin about?!" Vordel asked, taken aback. "These things are deli-" He paused to take a bite himself, followed by his face scrunching up and then falling into a look of irritation.

"Oh, Bartender!" He said, the bit still in his mouth. The spooked individual in question came back. "Y-Yes, sir?"

Vordel stood up and spat the chunk of half chewed dough onto the bar counter. "What in the coldest ffffffffffucking depths of Coldharbour did i just taste?"

"Erm... Dumplins?" The bartender squeaked.

"Ya call those Dumplins?!" Vordel bellowed. "I've had CHAURUS SHIT BETTER THAN THESE THINGS!"

"I'm sorry, sir, I thought..."

"Well ya thought wrong! Horribly, terribly wrong!" Vordel barked, sitting back down. "Now get me a fuckin ale."

"Sir, Please..."

Vordel banged his fist on the table "ALE!"

"Ok!" The boy whimpered as he ran off to fetch an ale.

"Ugh, the people they call Cooks these days..."