I have been waiting, and I've lost my way
Iskra has never been one to shy away from a good meal, but he's never minded the varieties or depths of the cullinary world before. He could be considered more of a scavenger than a hunter, pilfering whatever offerings got layed out in exchange for his labor, or scrounging up bachelor meals which generally consist of the same repeating and simple cooking—protein seared in a pan and a pot boiled grain or pasta to go with, maybe some raw vegetable chomped on while waiting for the main meal to cook. Two dishes, and something he could share with Goose. Salt and pepper have been the heroes of his table.
So while he might have had gilled musk deer before, it's hard for him to say. Surely once, but meat is meat. He reserves his judgements for hor cocoa alone.
"They act similar to Luxere?" Iskra wonders of the more experienced hunter, not sure what tracks or signs to watch for that might help them find the trail of a herd. "Should I avoid magic?" he rubs at his beard with the thought as his axe cleaves a vine that won't cooperate. "Don't want to alter the taste and with only lightning and fire at my disposal, both might start to cook it." He could certainly use them if anything in the jungle decides to hunt them.
So while he might have had gilled musk deer before, it's hard for him to say. Surely once, but meat is meat. He reserves his judgements for hor cocoa alone.
"They act similar to Luxere?" Iskra wonders of the more experienced hunter, not sure what tracks or signs to watch for that might help them find the trail of a herd. "Should I avoid magic?" he rubs at his beard with the thought as his axe cleaves a vine that won't cooperate. "Don't want to alter the taste and with only lightning and fire at my disposal, both might start to cook it." He could certainly use them if anything in the jungle decides to hunt them.
Iskra
I have been fading, without you
