C'kayah Polaali wandered out of the quicksand, leafing through the stack of letters in his hand. It was time to pay rent on the old NHSC office. Should he renew it? It was useful enough, and inexpensive. His gemcutter was nearly finished on the necklace that would replace the one Ezhara took up in Coerthas. One of the alchemists he was trying out had sent him something reminding him that the potions he ordered could be made in bulk at a discount.
He stopped short at the sound of a male yell, looking up at the spectacle in front of him. Snarl? He hadn't seen that particular chef before, but he had to admit the man had showmanship. A grin slowly spread over his face as he stepped forward, his eyes taking in the ingredients. The dancers behind the chef were attractice and coordinated, and they played their own part in the show, but their costumes were worn thin. Poor. That's alright, he thought, a hungry chef might be more eager to please. And a successful one might buy a pair of pants.
"I'll bite", he said, moving to stand near the table.
He stopped short at the sound of a male yell, looking up at the spectacle in front of him. Snarl? He hadn't seen that particular chef before, but he had to admit the man had showmanship. A grin slowly spread over his face as he stepped forward, his eyes taking in the ingredients. The dancers behind the chef were attractice and coordinated, and they played their own part in the show, but their costumes were worn thin. Poor. That's alright, he thought, a hungry chef might be more eager to please. And a successful one might buy a pair of pants.
"I'll bite", he said, moving to stand near the table.
