Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27025277-20160517214212/@comment-24736819-20160519023412

"Marvelous! I'm the best cook that you could ask for, so tomorrow I'll be at the docks and we can discuss my share of the loot.", he flashed a creepy smile as the cook approached.

"But right now I have some matters to resolve, so if you excuse me.", Rahmah tipped his hat towards both Ramol and his First Mate before turning towards the angry cook.

Seeing that Rahmah was still sitted when the cook approached, the abruptness with which he got up seemed to make him even larger than he really was. He saw that the cook had memorized a speech to give the 'annoying customer' and also saw the words slipping away from the man's mind when he got close enough.

"So, you are the bloody awful cook, eh?", Rahmah smirked.

Once hearing the insult, the cook seemed to snap out of a trance and ignored the fact that his offendant was twice his size.

"Awful cook?! And what does a simpleton such as yourself know about cooking?! I bet you can't even tell a bear's from a horse's meat!"

"Careful now, cook. You wouldn’t want to lose this job now, would you?", Rahmah's smirk widened, showing his teeth as he got even closer to the cook.

"What a...what...", suddenly coming to his senses, the cook stuttered a response when he saw a metallic shine inside the man's right sleeve.

"You said you'd bet, right? How much? How much are you willing to bet that not only I can tell the meat apart but also can cook it way better than that pice of shit you call food?", Rahmah continued.

"I...I...", the cook stuttered once again.

"HOW MUCH?!", the large man finally revealed what he had been hiding inside his sleeve all along... a metallic hand that had cutlery instead of fingers, "Cause I never refuse a good bet!"

He laughed. Loudly and violently, followed by several of the watching customers. The look of relief on the cook's face amused each and everyone of the scoundrels.

"This month's salary. And my cooking gear!", the tavern's cook was incredibly pale, slowly recovering from the shock.

"It's a goddamned bet, then!", Rahmah limped towards the kitchen, followed by the cook and both disappeared after the kitchen's door closed behind him.