"Ah, but can there be any better way to go than with such a sight before me?" He teased back, rarely one to turn down a challenge. Still, maybe he'd only tell a few people about it. Discretion being the better part of valor, and all that.
"There will be more than just scraps at the festival," he assured. "You can eat it as a steak or on a stick, grilled to perfection. It tastes just like chicken, believe it or not." He hadn't believed it either until he'd tried it, and been pleasantly surprised at the mild, smoky flavor it had picked up from the grill. "The key is in the salt and sauces. You'll want to look for Riccar's booth, he has an old family recipe that really kicks up some spice in it." Therandomly named NPC farmer certainly knew his way around a Magna Vermis steak!
He had considered taking an animal form to haul the worms back, but with Hotaru taking up the biggest of the bunch with no such assistance the bard felt shamed into doing things the old fashioned way. He followed her lead in tying his hair up (knowing it would do no good, but making the effort anyways) and bent to wrangle the smaller two worms up onto his shoulders before straightening and heading off beside her, leading as commanded. "Now, how would you like to hear the story of how Deimos helped me compose a song for Safrin last Longheat...?" he began with a wicked grin, figuring a tale would help ease their travel as they headed back to the Settlement.
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"There will be more than just scraps at the festival," he assured. "You can eat it as a steak or on a stick, grilled to perfection. It tastes just like chicken, believe it or not." He hadn't believed it either until he'd tried it, and been pleasantly surprised at the mild, smoky flavor it had picked up from the grill. "The key is in the salt and sauces. You'll want to look for Riccar's booth, he has an old family recipe that really kicks up some spice in it." The
He had considered taking an animal form to haul the worms back, but with Hotaru taking up the biggest of the bunch with no such assistance the bard felt shamed into doing things the old fashioned way. He followed her lead in tying his hair up (knowing it would do no good, but making the effort anyways) and bent to wrangle the smaller two worms up onto his shoulders before straightening and heading off beside her, leading as commanded. "Now, how would you like to hear the story of how Deimos helped me compose a song for Safrin last Longheat...?" he began with a wicked grin, figuring a tale would help ease their travel as they headed back to the Settlement.
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