[Mentor/Invite] Cooking with Caer

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525 words | Widow		An Invitation to Cook
It was a fine day to be outside. The sun shone brightly in the sky but several clouds and a cool breeze kept the air from becoming too hot. Instead of staying in her room as usual, Caerbannog put up a small white tent just outside of Westminster Abbey. It was close enough to the doorway to be noticed but did not get in the way of landers and adventurers. A sign outside read: “Cooking with Caer”; the wolf-hair’s subclass was switch to Chef for the day and she intended to help both landers and adventurers cook decent food. Inside the tent, there was a small table with various ingredients on it, the fresh fruits and vegetables had been washed and patted dry beforehand. A metal bucket filled with britain snow had some pittered boar meat in it, pork with a wild taste. Baking was a bit cumbersome so Caerbannog only intended to make some ordinary food or fried meal, and for that she had a stone stove outside by the entrance of the tent. Smoke from the burned wood or coal could drift upwards without creating a suffocating cloud in a tent. Dressed in her usual black school uniform, Caerbannog wore a white apron over her clothing to protect it from stains and other icky things. At first she stood at the entrance of the tent but every once in a while, the wolf-hair checked the ingredients compulsively. She was surely forgetting something impor- ah! Her cooking utensils! Caer hurriedly pulled them out of her inventory and laid the utensils and cooking tools on one side of the work table. Knives of various sizes and shapes were safely put on a knife block. Beside it, she put down a chopping board and around that, some bowls and plates were set down. A pan and a pot finished the set; Caerbannog hoped that she would not need anything else. Really, it was difficult for her to start something like this with no assistance from friends or pets. Her centipede Mukade had offered to help but what can a massive insect do in the kitchen? He probably would not even be able to hold a knife properly. And asking for Beech’s help was out of the question; he’d just wreck everything in sight being the destructive wyvern that he was. “NOW am I ready?” the wolf-hair asked herself. No. No, she was not. This time, she was not teaching the sunshiney druid Mab how to cut some fish cakes. She was not making pocket pies for her friends. This time, she was supposed to teach some total strangers how to make not-crappy food. Inspired by a recent incident in a nearby cafe where even the toast tasted like soggy rice crackers, Caerbannog hoped that she could successfully teach someone else how to cook something more than unfounded food. If all else failed, she could just grab three ingredients and whip up a very simple sauce. No one would fail at making sauce, right? In any case, Caer hopped back to the entrance of the little white tent and waited for anyone who was interested in cooking.

[Widow]

HP 100% | MP 100%

Heretic - Apprentice - Alchemist

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Widow rested her elbows on the railing of a building that overlooked some stairs leading further down into the Westminister Abbey. She garb was tattered and worn and carried the hue of beige with metallic golden plating on her shoulders.



Her ash hair was unkempt, but the elves emerald green eyes bloomed mystically in the rising run that peaked over the corners of the buildings.



She gazed up at the beautiful mockingjays as they sung sweetsongs they caressed her ears.



This was the quintessence of life. A priveledge she has earned ever since she escaped the dreaded Mines of Sarum. A prison encampment for rogue heretics and other criminals to spend the rest of their meager lives toiling away at an axe.



That was the role she played as an NPC before the great catastrophe. A simple prisoner in a mine, that never had the power of will. Any hopes or dreams of liberty.



For her this was a prelude to a new chapter in her story as she journeyed the land. She wasn’t privy to the nature of these new demi-gods that roamed the land. She had heard rumors of their powers; beings able to break the realms of science and logic and defy the the bitterness of Death’s Kiss.



Such remarkable power. It could be a blessing and a curse. She began to wonder what effects this could have on her people in the town of Pandora among the moon dance forest.



She reached into a satchel and retrieved a satchel and began to write in it with a quill of no extravagance at all.



She slowly began writing on the page as she saw a mother canary feeding her young:



I love a lonely winding road


That takes me where I cannot see


Until each softly rounded hill


Reveals its landscaped mystery.


Where nature's stage creates the plot,



What ever the scene may be.



She smiled lightly. The words of affirmation that she wrote a beacon of hope despite the Miasma Inhibitors that adorned her wrists. The emerald encrusted orb jewels that loomed over her forehead and her wrists.



They prevented her from using her dark magics. A tool designed by the Stratford Wardens when transporting prisoners who were suspects in crimes.



You didn’t necessarily have to be known as a practicing Heretic to earn one of these. They were a precaution the wary wardens put on all their prisoners these days for fear of their guards defecting to corruption.



She shifted her feet, and glanced down the alley, deciding to take a stroll keeping her hands in her pockets as she non-chalantly walked the hall and enjoyed the simplicity of a gentle breeze. A beggar was in the alley and he reached out for some coin.



Widow was used to seeing them by the dozen before and had grown accustom to the tradition of offering a donation. She slipped two drakes into his old worn hat and kept walking until something caught her eye.



A sign loomed over reading: “Cooking with Caer”



She paused and furried her brow at the sign.



She retracted her head back, with her hands still in her pockets, glancing at the Wolf Hair in foreign clothes.



“You might want to get that sign fixed...you spelled Care wrong...” Widow said before she glanced back up at the sign skeptical with a slight twist in her lips.



She was already beginning to doubt the intellect of the individual. That was, however, until she saw the virtual data above the Fox Tail’s head and the corners of her lips broke into a bright smile.



“Heh, now that’s pretty clever...that’s pretty cool how your name fits with the theme.” Widow smirked as she nodded her head up at the woman.



“Mae govannen, Chef Caerbannog...” The Elvish woman spoke, the first phrase a common greeting from the lander elves of this world that meant. “Well met.”



“I believe a star shines on the hour of our meeting...” Widow smiled, her eyes shimmering with an enchanting allure.
"Mind if I watch a demonstration or try a sample?" 

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Starter Cloth Armor, Starter Longsword, Starter Longsword
ABILITIES USED: None.
Words: 683
Post Theme Song: Sky Segment



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500 words | Widow		Pleasantries and Preparations
A lady in rather tattered garments, which to Caer was unfitting of such a subtly fair person, approached the plain white tent as its chef stood by the entrance. Once within earshot of the girl, the lady then said something about the sign and a misspelled word. The wolf-hair looked up at the sign and wondered what could be wrong with it and when the lady said it was clever, only then did Caerbannog herself realize that wordplay. "I... I meant to do that!" the girl proudly posed with her hands on her hips but a crooked, uncertain smile was etched on her face, "Nice to meet you!" Pleasantries aside, Caerbannog hopped back into the tent, pulled a plain white apron from the work table and handed it to the first visitor for the day. She waited for- hmm, strange name... 'Widow' to put the apron on and once she did that, Caer laid out the chopping board and placed a knife on it. Just a small blade, nothing too heavy or difficult to use but large enough to slice fresh vegetables. Bell peppers, mushrooms, onions and garlic were then placed by the chef close to the chopping board. "Are you a chef?" the wolf-hair asked her visitor, "Even if you aren't, cutting these up should be fine. I can craft the final product." Caerbannog then pointed to the mushrooms, bell peppers, onions and then the garlic, in that order. She indicated that they should be cut up one after the other but if Widow preferred to do it some other way, that's fine as well. Instead of insisting on the order, the wolf-hair explained why she wanted the ingredients to be prepared that way. She also gave Widow an option regarding the mushrooms and bell peppers which some people did not like to have in their dishes. "If you don't like mushrooms or bell peppers, you can leave them out. I'll pick something else. Cut up ingredients from the least fragrant to the one with the strongest smell," the chef said as she put small platters close to the board, "Put stuff here. Onions and garlic can go together." The wolf-hair then waited for Widow's reply. If the lady declined for whatever reason, Caer would work on the ingredients herself and let Widow watch by the side. She wanted the visitor to have a first-hand experience of what went into cooking but Caerbannog also understood that people may be hesitant to try things out for various reasons. Some were afraid to fail, and some were afraid of cutting themselves or someone else, while others simply had not tried to cook before and so knew next to nothing about preparations and such. "Are you allergic to anything?" Caerbannog asked the ash-haired lady, "Like... does eating certain food items make you itchy or uncomfortable?" The chef put two fresh eggs in a bowl, still whole just in case Widow was allergic to eggs at which point Caer could change her menu.

[Widow]

HP 100% | MP 100%

Heretic - Apprentice - Alchemist

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The sun caught in her raven hair as she turned to reveal her face was a pleasant sight to see. Her foreign clothes persuaded Widow to believe she was an adventurer or quite possibly had a rather innovative and creative tailor. Perhaps she would inquire about nthe make of the outfit s she could use some better clothes to travel about the city without looking like she crawled out of the dark corner of a subway station.



Her head tilted to the side and her emerald green eyes reflected in the light as her long pointy ears twitched lightly at the sound of the woman’s voice. The tone was vivacious and energetic and she seemed to be well-mannered. Widow nodded with a smile, taking note of this. She chuckled to herself as she began to wonder if the Wolf hair was being truthful, though she stammered in her words. It was all in good fun, and Widow would allow her to save face for the moment.



Widow didn’t bother to inspect the woman’s levels as she watched her go inside, Widow took the opportunity to check her surroundings and make sure their were no town guards about. The coast was clear, so she simply turned back to the wolf hair and grasped the white apron gently with a light smile.



Widow’s gaze fell upon the knife that laid on the table. It was extremely practical for it’s purposes. She assumed that the next line of business would involve chopping up ingredients. This idea was confirmed when the raven haired chef brought out the items on the table then inquired as to the nature of Widow’s subclass.



Widow responded by holding out a palm and whispering a small phrase in her mother tongue.



“Sana termara en' templa...” (Mana Vampire) She whispered. As the words slithered from her lips a shining emerald mana fragment would be produced from the pulsation of her open palm. Lime green energy bolts would discharge from within and stick to the inner shell whereever Widow placed her fingers.



“I’m a student of Alchemy, but I figure that I have so much else to learn about the world, so I took up the Apprentice subclass as well.”



Widow smiled as she slipped the mana shard into her pocket and began to watch as Caerbannog pointed out the ingredients one by one and was very particular in the way that they were cut up.



What became even more peculiar to her was how the woman inquired as to if she had a preference of vegetable. As far as Widow had been aware, food had no taste.



That was until a prison guard taunted her with ideations of flavored steak while she laid in a dusty prison cell, withering away from near starvation.



“I don’t know what I like...” Widow said blankly as she stared at the food as if they were foreign objects. Most of the food Widow ate consisted of spoiled beans and other unmentionables because the look was so contorted and the cells so dark it might as well be labeled ‘Mystery Mush’.



“I heard rumors that....food now has taste...that some foreigners discovered a better way to cook.” Widow spoke lifelessly as if she were in doubt.



A singe of pain over took her as she began to reflect upon how she had been living in shells for the past seven years, buried in the mines of the Sarum Frontier.



As she chopped each slice of the vegetable in order, her gaze kept drifting to her miasma inhibitors.



“Most of the time for food I’d go out in the woods and either pick berries or work with my old friend, Cricket, who was a farmer. We’d harvest the crops together. Sometimes we would even hunt game out in the forest...”



Widow chuckled at the fond memory.



As to when, Caerbannog asked her about her allergies, she paused from cutting for a brief moment and looked up in thought.



It ha been so long since she even had a real meal, so she had to dig deep and go back to her days before imprisonment.



“Mmmm....garlic.” She answered as she would proceed to skip that vegetable and cut up the others. “It makes my finger tips shed the outer layer of their skin and if it gets bad enough, it may progress to second of third degree burns. "



If Caerbannog had inspected Widow’s fingers, she would notice lacerations and that she had extremely calloused hands.



Widow’s eyes began to tear up as she cut the onion into slices, which made her blink profusely, before she paused for a moment to regain her senses.



She place the vegetables in their respective platters and would wait for Caerbannog to handle the garlic, if she desired to make a separate batch of food for herself.



“You know...I’ve been so used to eating salty foods and sugary mush. I actually looking quite forward to this if it actually tastes different to what I’m used to.” Widow raised a ash white brow in curiosity as she gazed at the chopped up ingredients.

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Starter Cloth Armor, Starter Longsword, Starter Longsword
ABILITIES USED: None.
Words: 851
Post Theme Song: Nature

Notes: Mana Fragments created: 1



TAGS: @dindeen

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510 words | Widow		Starting Simple
It seemed that today's visitor, Widow, was interesting and different, to say the least. She did not have any qualms about manual labor which would be what some girls would call cooking. Caerbannog felt a bit of pity for the lady when she said that she did not know what she liked. If she'd been asked the same question, the chef would have mentioned a long list of things. Such was the joy of cooking and eating which to the adventurer was a big part of her world. Having grown up mostly alone in her teen years, she had tried many dishes and had about an equal amount of successes and failures. To her, eating was good in itself but eating something that you cook for yourself, that was even better. And best of all, if you cooked for someone else and they liked it; that was very rewarding to her. As for what they could cook, she hoped that Widow could provide a simple answer or a clue but there came none so the wolf-hair just focused on what should not be in the dish: garlic. In the real world, she remembered that such allergies created the myths of vampires but she did not find it peculiar. Garlic itself could burn her own skin if she did not wash her hands properly after handling it. She could only imagine how difficult it would have been for people with higher sensitivity to that plant's chemicals. "Ah, then we can saute the vegetables with just onions," Caer said as she set aside the sliced food items, took a small piece of ham from the cooled bucket and put it on the chopping board in front of Widow, "Cut meat or fish last. Prevents blood and things from sticking to other ingredients." In the real world, that was done to prevent food contamination but Caerbannog was not sure if the same concept applied to Elder Tale. Seeing as creatures in this world were monsters of various shapes and sizes, she doubted that bacteria and viruses existed. Still, saving bloody things for last was good practice and prevented many a gory mess on the kitchen counter. While the alchemist worked on the ham, the chef cracked and emptied the eggs into the bowl, its contents she promptly beat afterwards. "Let's start with an omelet," the wolf-hair explained as she fired up the stove and put a pan on it. While the frying pan was being heated up, Caer put two spoonfuls of milk into the beaten eggs. She dropped a bit of water into the pan after a few minutes and when it evaporated almost immediately, Caerbannog put just enough cooking oil to line the bottom. "Alchemists make mana-powered stuff?" the chef asked Widow as she put the onions and mushrooms first into the heated cooking oil. Bell peppers would follow and the last to be put in the frying pan would be the sliced ham. Every few moments, Caer tossed the ingredients in the pan while checking if they were half-cooked already.

[Widow]

HP 100% | MP 100%

Heretic - Apprentice - Alchemist

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 The mystical Elf seemed to have a calming and soothing demeanor as she continued to follow the instructions of the wolf hair. Widow had a bit of an obsession with keeping her hands busy. She always had to be doing something productive. Idle time only made her contemplate on the past and the pain that accompanied it. She enjoyed learning new things, and though cooking wasn’t her specialty. She was adept at following instructions to the letter and worked diligently to hone her skills. The chef’s voice was soft and sweet, yet held a firm tone to Widow as she had given specific instructions.



The elven apprentice stared at all the vegetables and meats in wonder. Her mind was mesmerized by thoughts of what new exotic flavors where out there. It seemed like a wild adventure to be explored as she might have her first bountiful meal in the history of her entire life. Despite the rumors, Widow silently harbored a slight skepticism as that was in her nature. She wouldn’t be convinced unless she got to witness it for herself, and what a pleasure that would be! Widow’s mind reminisced upon the plate of mush she had to grovel for within her prison cell to eat. Other times, she had to endure the misfortune of watching her meal be pilfered by rats while she watched in a corner of the room after starving for days.



Widow was grateful to be living on the outside again, though it was unauthorized and carried it’s own risks. She watched as the Iron Chef placed the ham on the chopping board.



“Right. I doubt that would be very appetizing...blood stained omelets...” Widow smirked as she shook her head with a light smile. “You buy these ingredients from the market or do you do a bit of your own farming or hunting?”



Widow began to slice chunks of ham in reasonable proportions as she blinked at the phrase that the Wolf-hair used. “Omelet?” She said as she raised a brow in curiosity. Her shining eyes began to look over all the ingredients and her ears twitched to sound of Caer pouring milk into the eggs that she had beaten. “Well, this should certainly be interesting. So many different ingredients, I wonder if they each have a specific taste...”



Widow continued chopping away until she heard the woman inquire about Alchemy. She delighted in the fact that the woman took a interest in her craft as much as Widow had in hers. She separated the slices of ham as she spoke.



“Right. Well, that’s one of the focuses of our crafts. The development of Magitech. Or the recovery of Magitech in some cases, seeing as Magitech predates to the ancient times. Some of the Alvs were the greatest Alchemists in history and were way more advanced in my opinion than we are today. But that is a lost era now...” Widow whispers as she whispered another incantation and produced another mana fragment that shined with a cereulean hue. “I do a bit of work at an Alchemy shop called the “Pastel Atelier”. There’s a Ritualist named Tessia that runs it outside her housing distance. Nice little place. Keeps me grateful just to be able to keep a roof over my head and now thanks to you, food in my belly...”

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Starter Cloth Armor, Starter Longsword, Starter Longsword
ABILITIES USED: None.
Words: 547
Post Theme Song: Mountain Village

Notes: Mana Fragments created: 2



TAGS: @dindeen

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520 words | Widow		Mindful Crafting
While the samurai was usually excitable when it came to taming or fighting in the fields, crafting brought out a different side of her. Cooking, while it became second nature to those who'd done it for a while, was a delicate craft nonetheless. Anyone could just toss some things together and put them over fire, but a mindful cook would actually care about the taste and presentation of the dish. As Caerbannog watched the heretic Widow who worked on the ingredients, she was relieved that this person seemed to actually care about the final outcome. The ham was almost evenly sliced and it was all done without a finger lost. Then it was the chef's turn to mix the vegetables and the meat up, which she did just as carefully as any good crafter would. The combined ingredients fried slowly in the pan while the samurai and the heretic because to bounce questions and statements around. "Tessia... sounds familiar," Caer nodded as she looked up at Widow, "She makes glowy armor contraptions?" Now, the wolf-hair did remember quite a bit about the ax-wielding assassin with whom she wiped out some kobolds in the underground. Back then, the extroverted monk Hirosame was also with them and although the kobolds all but zerg-rushed them, the adventurers were able to hold their ground against the monsters in the tunnels. Caerbannog noted the seemingly-broken armor that Tessia had back then, and now that she thought of it, the wolf-hair realized that it could have been an experiment by the alchemist. A dangerous one at that... she could only hope that it succeeded given the danger that Tessia put herself in just to test that armor. "I don't know anything about magitech except for what I've seen in Final Fantasy," the samurai quipped, but she was, of course, talking about something that a lander probably would not know about. It was then that the ingredients began to sizzle in the pan and so the chef slowly poured the omelet mixture over the cooked vegetables and meat. A few moments later, she folded the thing in half and flipped it over. "Don't overcook. It should be soft and fluffy!" Caerbannog said to the heretic while she watched their almost-ready meal. The chef poked the folded part of the omelet with her spatula and once she was sure that it was sufficiently cooked, Caer pulled the pan off of the fire. She set it on a wooden block atop the work table; the block thick enough to keep the pan from burning the table itself. She then put a large plate beside the pan and carefully slid the omelet onto it. "Let's try it!" the wolf-hair offered a seat, a fork and a small plate to Widow, "Cook the vegetables and meat first before adding the egg and milk mix, because egg cooks really fast!" She wasn't sure if that was enough of an explanation, but the heretic could check for herself and see how the dish turned out. "Anything you want to try to cook?" asked Caerbannog before she tasted a little bit of the omelet.

[Widow]

HP 100% | MP 100%

Heretic - Apprentice - Alchemist

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Widow enjoyed the magnetic vibrancy of the chef as she employed her talents masterfully and they indulged in delightful conversation. She complimented Widow’s naturally inquisitive nature and seemed to have a soothing and calming tone of voice. Not only that, but the aroma of the different ingredients that filled the air filled Widow’s nose with wonderful fragrances as she heard the rumbling of her stomache growl. When had been the last time she had eaten? Widow had forgot that she hadn’t even had dinner yet.



“Oh, yeah, better eat, haha I forgot I skipped dinner last night!” Saskia chuckled embarssingly as she ran her long fingers through the back of her skull, rustling her ash white mane.



The woman seemed to feel good about Widow’s progress as she didn’t have to make any negative comments which Widow took as a silent affirmation.



Upon mention of her employer, Widow smirked with a vibrant grin.



“Yep, that’s the one. Bright blonde hair with the pink tips. A bit eccentric if you ask me. She’s one of those adventurer girls. She masquerades as a ritualist. But I here rumors that these “adventurers” consider most of the beast races and the like to be foreign concepts. Aparrently their world is just full of humans. I wonder if the Humans are somehow behind their appearance...does this have something to do with the grand technology of the Alvs?” Saskia muttered as she gazed up out at the sky from within the tent.



Widow blinked as she lost her train of thought and then recoiled, as she snapped back into reality.



“Ah, right. Tess. She does make armor contraptions. Her most popular product is that mana liner shield. She usually gives her customers a free gift if it’s their first time. We were working on a necklace that boosted mana regeneration over time.”



“Final Fantasy?” Widow raised a curious single white brow. “What’s that? Sounds like a bit of a weird name for a town or village. Must be some place out past Avon...you’re not from around here are you?”



She scooted a chair up as she made the inquiry. She smiled energetically as Caer came over with the hot omelet. Saskia smiled as she saw the steam rising from the delicious meal. She whispered her elven prayers to the goddesses as a form of grace as grabbed a fork. As she jabbed it into the omelet, she lifted it to her lips not knowing what to expect. As she plunged apiece into the cave of her mouth, expecting the bland flavor of crackers, your tongue burst with a sensation of tantalizing flavors. Her shoulders dropped in submission as she savored the glorious flavor of the well prepared meal. It restored all the damage of the decrepit meals she had to endure for seven long years from within the prison. Day after day. The same ragged patch of disgusting filth she was forced to chow down on.



An unthinkable thing happened in that moment. The typically emotionless and blank faced girl, broke down into tears, as streams of liquid flowed down her cheeks. It was a bittersweet experience as it reminded her of everything she went to, but she relished in the joys of this moment.



Using the edges of her thumb and her wrist, she used her left hand to wipe away her tears, seemingly embarrassed.



“I...I’m sorry...I’m just...so...happy. To just be able to experience this. To live in a day an age where this is even possible. So many ages and not even the great Alvs were able to discover this innovation. It’s....” Widow gazed warmly into the Chef’s eyes. “Beautiful. Thank you. This is really a blessing. Do you bake as well? I always wondered what cake really tasted like.”

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Starter Cloth Armor, Starter Longsword, Starter Longsword
ABILITIES USED: None.
Words: 632
Post Theme Song: Aozora

Notes: Mana Fragments created: 2



TAGS: @dindeen

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650 words | Widow		Cakes in a Pan
Despite having met many different kinds of people in Elder Tale, Caerbannog had never really put much thought into the whole landers and adventurers thing. Why were they in this world? What brought adventurers to this place? Did they have some divine purpose or was it just a spell gone wrong? To her, the questions would have eventually led to 'are you sure you are not imagining this?' so she never pressed anyone for answers. Caer merely listened to Widow as she spoke about Tessia and when the ashen lady voiced what she had heard about adventurers such as that assassin. "Alvs... I've seen one at the Fairy Gates," the samurai said not having realized that it was such a ridiculous claim. But it was true that she had 'seen' an Alv named Cicero, the body of whom was possessed by the druid Scoria when they went through the Old Fairy Gates. It seemed like a distant memory when they caught a glimpse of another world or perhaps the past, that time when Oxford was in a pretty-haired leader and Kumori was in the body of the leader's brother. Caerbannog was able to punch things that day and that was all that mattered to her. But enough about the past! She had a mouth to feed and a belly to fill- wait, were those tears? Why was Widow crying?! "Ah! Did it taste bad?" the chef was, at first, rather shocked until the lady clarified that they were tears of joy. If good food made Widow cry in happiness, Caerbannog wondered how bad her food had been up to that point. She thought that people in Elder Tale were used to their bland things by now, like hotel or hospital food that tried to cater to everyone and ended up catering to no one. But it seemed that it only made them more appreciative of food techniques from Earth; despite Widow's simplistic appearance, the wolf-hair didn't really think that anything worse than bland food had crossed the woman's path. It was partially due to the adventurer's naivete and partially due to how Widow carried herself. "I... I'm glad you like it... I don't have an oven out here so I can't bake but I can teach you to make steamed cakes!" Caer said as she stood up and cleared part of the work area. A mixing bowl was placed in the middle and cupped portions of sugar, flour and baking powder were set around it. The wolf-hair had to rummage through her inventory as she looked for some sour cream or yogurt; she found the former and put a dollop of it in a small measuring cup. A large egg was cracked open and its contents was whisked along with some honey and cooking oil in a larger cup. "This is just like baking but the difference is the way that we'll cook it," the wolf-hair waited for Widow to get ready, "First, combine all the dry ingredients in this big bowl." She pointed to the mixing bowl and a wooden spoon that could be used to pour the measured amounts. Once the dry parts were combined, Caer would instruct the ash-haired one to pour the wet ingredients into the mixing bowl and to mix them thoroughly until rather smooth. While Widow prepared the batter, the chef placed a deeper pan on the stove and filled it a third of the way with water. She then securely tied a dish cloth around the pan's cover; it was a simple method of preventing condensation from making steamed food all icky and sticky. Three ceramic ramekins were then placed beside the mixing bowl and the batter could be poured into them. The stove was set to a medium heat so that the water would boil quickly and once it bubbled a bit, Caerbannog would place the batter-filled ramekins in the water and cover the pan.

[Widow]

HP 100% | MP 100%

Heretic - Apprentice - Alchemist

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Widow became unusually enamored with the rich fragrance and the flavor that tantalized her taste bud. She could feel the rich sensations bursting off her tongue like fireworks. It seemed as if it unlocked some barrier of chakra that flooded the normally desensitized woman with a flood of emotion. She could barely contain herself as she kept munching away at the delicious meal like a starved out maniac. She barely had any restraint and simply listened as she buried her tongue in a blossom of flavor!



She suddenly cough on her meal and pounded on her chest several times as her face began to turn a bright shade of flustered red. Had that raven haired woman really said she met an ALV!?! No matter how ridiculous the claim, even if it were a 1 in one billion chance, Widow simply had to investigate. She had a role to play, of course, as an avid scholar and researcher. Any news of this would have been simply ground breaking.



Finally able to swallow her food and breathe, the girl gasped, and then wiped her mouth a bit in an embarassed manner. She raised an intrigued brow of subtle interest as the girl had proceded to make the statement. She sniffed and chewed the little remainder of food she had left, still a little bit teary eyed.



“Steamed cakes? That sounds pretty nice. I can’t remember the last time I’ve even seen a cake....usually they get smothered in sugar from what I remember...or was it salt?” Widow muttered as she tapped on the corner of her lip and looked up and to the right curiously.



“No oven...hmm...so I take it you don’t have a shop? If you did, I possibly could help out. I know a little bit about commerce.” Widow mentioned as she slid back in her chair and observed what Caer was doing. “It’s crazy how it seems like all the same ingridients, just handcrafted...definitely a way to think outside the box. I bet the royal houses have saved all the best spices for themselves...”



Widow carefully examined Caer’s movements and followed her instructions to the letter, as she prepared the batter while Chef Caer handled the finer things. Widow decided that would probably be the best time to pick her brain on the topic of Alvs and gather intel.



“So, you mentioned seeing an Alv?” Widow asked subtly, trying to act as if it were only casual conversation. “ Sounds like a dream if you ask me. So what was it like? How did you feel? Did you get to really take in what they looked like?” She inquired.



Okay. So maybe she overdid it just a bit with her bombardment of questions, but her thirst for knowledge simply had to be quenched. There was no way of getting around that. She simply had to know.



“I’d really like to know more.” She confessed in a light tone as she gazed down into the batter. “I’ve been trying to study them for years now...”

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Starter Cloth Armor, Starter Longsword, Starter Longsword
ABILITIES USED: None.
Words: 508
Post Theme Song: Krone

OOC: Welcome to the Dark Side! ^^

Notes: Mana Fragments created: 2



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