faderift | Taint Brigade Potluck Party

WHO: Barty and all the Wardens who can come, and their plus-ones
WHAT: Taint Brigade Potluck Party, bring ur own booze, or don't, whatever
WHEN: Mid-September, a good time for Harvest prices and celebrations
WHERE: The Gallows I guess?
NOTES: language/alcoholic content

The table was not the largest one in the Gallows. The largest table in the Gallows was an enormous monster at which a high dragon might comfortably have dined, and which had once served as the mess for nearly every mage in the place, long ago. That the original table now served as six or so smaller tables subdivided was not relevant to the measurement; once a thing is, even if you cut it into pieces, it remains that thing in the same way that a nickname remains, regardless of objections.

Some things just seem to stick.

Potatoes, for example. A mountain of potatoes, just like the ones whipped into a tall white peak in an enormous bowl at the center of the table. And next to them an equally impressive roast, which was once comprised of two thick-limbed nugs and goose, and which now consists of a platter of neatly separated dark and light meats, crackling with seasoning, and the nug-steaks slightly pink at the center.

There is a cake. It is amateurishly frosted with a griffon in blackcurrant jam. There is a bowl of pudding to rival the mashed potatoes, full of something sweet and whipped and smelling of wild strawberries and cream.

There is booze, oh yes, though only the harsh mushroom-based stuff Barty brews himself, doled out into suitably tiny glasses and arranged in a little crowd of future drunks.

And what did you bring, to the party?

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Name: Inessa Serra
Dish: Fereldan Turnip and Barley Stew, Orlesian fudge platter
Drink: Dandelion wine

The role of cook is usually one given to other people, but Inessa refuses not to contribute. She can follow directions and may have bribed a cook to observe her, just to make sure she wouldn't accidentally poison anyone. The result is a passable stew...which leaves barely enough time to purchase wine and dessert.

She's present on time, minus the mabari who usually shadows her. Garahel would never stop giving people soulful looks every time they took a bite, and Inessa wants people to enjoy a meal guilt-free. (Or hassle-free, if they aren't dog-people.) And though she dresses down, wearing simple mage robes, her Grey Warden sigil is plainly visible around her neck. Even in the Gallows, she doesn't feel comfortable without some sign of her affiliation.

It is wise of her not to being Garahel; Barty cannot resist a soulful eye, nor the temptation to offer companion animals the experience of drunkenness. Best for all that the war-dog stay home.

Best for Inessa that she take this heaping scoop of soft and fruit-smelling dessert that Barty is exchanging her for her load.

"Well hellos to ya there, Miss Inessa! Fine time of day for a nice potlucks dinner, wouldn't you say?" Of course you would. And here is how the buffet should be arranged, apparantly. Welcome to being Managed, Inessa, "How are you, now?"

Taint Brigade Potluck Party

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