Perhaps he was being a little mean to Berrod. He shouldn't have expected the other men to drink tea.
Walking up to the counter, he asked the barmaid for an ale that was cold, dark and strong. It was almost like describing Oscare. Except the ale might speak a little more. Or get someone else to.
He also asked for some more...masculine snacks as well. Something a little more greasy, meaty. What he returned with was some small popotoes that had been panfried, wrapped in bacon, and then topped with some melted cheese. Otherwise known as a heart attack. It would probably be fine. Salty, oily, cheesy and crunchy. The thought of it made Franz want to take a jog.
He returned to the table with a new tray, ale and heart attack dish included.
Franz poured himself a mug of tea and sat back. It was nice to simply listen at times.
Walking up to the counter, he asked the barmaid for an ale that was cold, dark and strong. It was almost like describing Oscare. Except the ale might speak a little more. Or get someone else to.
He also asked for some more...masculine snacks as well. Something a little more greasy, meaty. What he returned with was some small popotoes that had been panfried, wrapped in bacon, and then topped with some melted cheese. Otherwise known as a heart attack. It would probably be fine. Salty, oily, cheesy and crunchy. The thought of it made Franz want to take a jog.
He returned to the table with a new tray, ale and heart attack dish included.
Franz poured himself a mug of tea and sat back. It was nice to simply listen at times.
