Zevran tipped his head, whiskey did sound pretty good right about then. Even though Zevran generally steered towards wine, it wasn’t a rule, merely his first choice. Drunk was drunk after all, however one got there. Zevran then chuckled amusingly.
Well, we may just have to test that out someday, if our paths ever cross again. You bring the whiskey, I’ll bring a good Antivan red.He rather hoped perhaps one day their paths did cross again, so far Ruth was turning out to be quite interesting and a nice change of pace from Zevran usually being alone on his travels. He nodded agreeingly as Ruth talked about tombs.
I haven’t been to many tombs, but that sounds about right. Too many spiders, and way too much dust. Wreaks havoc on my sinuses.He stirred at whatever it was he was making, he wasn’t exactly a chef, but he did the best he could to get by. He stirred at it and shrugged at Ruth’s question.
In theory, should be stew. One of the only two things I can cook. The other being the general roasting of an animal on a spit.Well that wasn’t entirely true, he could also make sandwiches, but was slicing bread and meat and putting it together really cooking?
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