Castle Kitchen

You walk into the kitchen. The steam is so thick here you cannot see farther than you can reach. Suddenly, there is a shout of surprise from one of the cooks. a small man in a chef's hat comes out of the mist, waving a ladle and yelling through the clamor, "Out! No snacks before dinner, I won't allow it!Now out, ye liddle scoundrel!"
Intimidated by the figure, you back out of the kitchen. </b>

back to Dining Hall
back to Entranceway

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"Greetings ch...chef?" Andrei is surprised to see an old friend from when he was prowling the bars of Elftown "Biron?It really is you...you double-crossing son of a gun!" Andrei smiles happily to see a old aquaintance.

"Finnully ain familir fece...Me hopin' it isn't rebuilt fer' ye' now is it?"
"It isn't, Biron...come on...let's have an ale and talk of old times!" says the elf shedding a small tear...

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Elane appeared for a moment, only to a pinch an apple, a flask of wine and a few trifles, before dissapearing again.

Elane re-visited the kitchen she had stolen from before, and slowly took her time grabbing a few scones and more whisky, strong whisky.

"Ah s'pect ye'll wont dat 'n yer udah ohduh on ye tab, eh?" A cook asked, kneading dough.

Elane raised an elegant brow in question, though the rest of her face remained still. She was rapidly transforming to what the night revealed her to be-Drow. White hair and blue-black skin, causing her golden eyes to be even more piercing.