Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20150123171346/@comment-32663439-20150129233726

Radf smiled, and bowed regally. He exchanged some words with Geistlig in Old Norse, before returning to his counter. Geistlig guided Aspin to a table in the kitchen where they could sit as they waited.

Radf started to work extremely fast, chopping up various ingredients. He made some sort of sauce, and prepared some lamb. After a while he had made a very extravagant dish.

He brought it over to the table, setting it in front of Aspin, and then grabbed her a tankard of frelser mead. Geistlig accepted a tankard of vodka. "Here is my signature dish. Lambakjöt vorið, the spring lamb. Cooked and seasoned to provide a unique taste that no other chef can duplicate," Radf said proudly. "It is my life's work. I hope you will enjoy." He bowed, and then returned to his kitchen.

When Aspin would try the lamb, she would taste the best preparation of lamb she had ever had. Radf was a true master of his craft.

Lucina held the kiss for a moment, before pulling away, her cheeks flushed red. She hugged him tighter.

Fanari cocked her head questioningly. "Stay with you? What do you mean? Like move in or something like that?"

(BTW Syinter should be SF vamp now, but Fanari doesn't notice at the moment.)

(Also Talion walked through the door to Viene, so Viene should reply to Talion.)

Halsan spoke up. "So, I believe we should take votes for the High Kingdom. Starting clockwise from Ulysses, to Julia, Darik, Elasa, Tarris, Imshael, Valius, Talion if he is included, Sven, and then myself."