Tried some bear stew. It was a little grizzly. (open)

[metaari]

WHO: Anyone who wants to show up
WHAT: Learn how to cook, eat food, drink, talk, be merry
WHEN: waves hands at the last weekend of Kingsway
WHERE: Camps just outside Skyhold
NOTES: Followup open log to this post

It's through travel with everyone recently that Metaari has come to realize that... well. There aren't a lot of battle chefs around. Not that he considers himself a chef, either, but at least he knows how to do a little more than stick meat over a fire. And now it's time to impart his knowledge on others so that they, too, may eat a little better when on the road. And, you know, assuming they aren't in such dire straits that they can afford to spend a little time pampering themselves.

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[gatheringstorm]

Korrin's all about mingling tonight. Between food, alcohol and campfires, this is one of the better nights she's had in a while, and she'll try to make sure it's the same way for others. So she'll pass along what she can, join in on any singing she knows the words to and possibly make them up if she doesn't.

For anyone who hasn't seen her in a while, both her forearms have updates, as it were. The left sports a honey badger tattoo, the right a rather angry looking start that's still healing. She'll tell the story about the first more readily than the latter, but with enough alcohol both are possible.

[dalishious]

Merrick finds a spot next to Korrin and sits, stretching his back in a very feline sort of way before he regards her.

His eye falls on her arm and he smirks. "Nice ink."

He sees the injury too, but won't press her-- he knows her well enough not to crowd her. His eyes quickly take in the details of the wound, though, observing her closely as he's wont to do with everyone.

[gatheringstorm]

The wound is definitely a bite mark, from some large canine creature--a wolf, most likely. Given the abundance of healers in the area, she could have easily had it tended by now and is usually practical enough to do so. But this time it remains untouched.

Flashing a grin, she takes some hooch for herself and offers some to Merrick. "Thanks. I figured there wasn't any better way to memorialize a certain Avvar asshole than by having his hold beast on me somewhere. I really ought to get a dragon next." 'Asshole', in this instance, is said rather fondly.

[dalishious]

"You qunari and your dragons," Merrick remarks, but he lifts his drink in acknowledgment of her loss.

He didn't know the guy, but he obviously meant a lot to Korrin, and that's a good enough reason to drink to him. "May Falon'din guide him to the next life."

[gatheringstorm]

That brings a warm smile to Korrin's lips, touched at the gesture. "Hopefully a better one than what he had." Drinking to that seems to relax her and she stretches out, sighing. "That hits the spot. It's been a shitshow of a month, I'll say that much. But lots of Venatori are dead and I'm not, so that's...something, I guess. What about you?"

[dalishious]

Merrick takes a drink too, enjoying the burn and that time-honored sensation of being punched in the chest. All the best alcohol does that.

He looks a little bashful in response to her question and briefly taps his finger against the dragon's tooth fragment at his throat, lips tugged up in a tiny half-smile.

[gatheringstorm]

That bashful expression surprises Korrin, until she glances down and breaks out into a grin upon seeing the dragon's tooth. "Hey, congratulations! And here I was wondering if I was the only one around reviving that custom. Good for you, Merrick. Metaari's an awesome guy."