<<A pastry box tied with twine. Inside, wrapped in dark paper, are organs: the Thymus gland and pancreas. A colourful card is attached to the box>>
Grim,
An army marches on it's stomach. Let me feed you from the fowl of your enemies.
- Chef Mharley
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Re: Sweetbreads
Filora, walking by, spots the pastry box.
She looks around and scowls suspiciously, then keeps walking.
She looks around and scowls suspiciously, then keeps walking.
18:41:20 [Lilliana-TwistingNether]: I don't know how to play the game, just rp.
21:31:21 [Ulrezaj-TwistingNether]: What are we without the bw?
Re: Sweetbreads
"Hey!"
Lilliana spots Filora walking away with great restraint from the disguised sweets. The red haired troll happily opens the box, and peers at what goodies are inside. She grins and follows after Filora.
"You don't want some of this?"
Lilliana spots Filora walking away with great restraint from the disguised sweets. The red haired troll happily opens the box, and peers at what goodies are inside. She grins and follows after Filora.
"You don't want some of this?"
Re: Sweetbreads
"Shut up." Filora leaves.
18:41:20 [Lilliana-TwistingNether]: I don't know how to play the game, just rp.
21:31:21 [Ulrezaj-TwistingNether]: What are we without the bw?