Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150814172530/@comment-29559990-20150819234152

"No. No they weren't," Vordel sighed, lighting a cigar in place of his dumplings. "They were supposed to taste like the divine's own. I wouldn't even call these things dumplins..."

He glared at the pallet of awful abominations. "These things are Shit Chunks."

The bartender, on the verge of tears, brought the ale to Vordel and ran off, not to be seen again tonight.

"What kind of world do we live in where you can't be rewarded good food for savin' this damnable city?" He moped, taking a puff out of his cigar.