08.Jul.14, 03:28 AM
Quilriana regarded him curiously, head tilting just slightly to the right. He was a bit odd she decided. Clearly a dragonrider given the fact he was used to drinking things made in Katila but he had manners. Well, perhaps not manners so much as a proper way of speaking that she wasn’t really used to. Despite her usual cautious friendliness that was just enough to seem interested – and she usually was! Some of their patrons were wonderful – but not get too close on any level, Quilriana wanted to know more about the man and the fabled Katila. Her father was rather open-minded but he didn’t take up the invitation to attend the Hatching in the South. Perhaps when Telgar had one, he had said and she had been fine with it at the time.
“Quality on some of our stock is debatable but I’ve never had Katilan to know where it ranks, though we do serve Tillek so who knows. Perhaps you’ll tell me about it sometime?” Another smile, this time a bit more on the shy side was offered up as Quilriana fiddled with the rag. “I’ll be back in a moment,” she hastily added before giving the dragonrider a chance to respond and darted off toward the bar and kitchen.
Several minutes later and she was returning with a tray loaded with a bowl, glass, and a plate with two wedges of bread that was set down before the man. “A thick hearty stew that my father made earlier. It’s one of his specialities. Don’t eat my brother’s attempts. He’s a bit lazy when it comes to the simmering and rushes it sometimes.” She was being rather chatty she realised but couldn’t help it. It was his first time at the Whetstone, or she assumed but he didn’t seem to fit in as well as the regulars so it seemed a safe bet, so a little extra explanation was order. “And Benden red to complement the flavours of the stew. I thought you might be more interested in the food experience instead of simply to fill your belly and wash the food down with.” Besides, it was Benden wine. It was a rare man indeed that didn’t care for their well-crafted wine.
“Quality on some of our stock is debatable but I’ve never had Katilan to know where it ranks, though we do serve Tillek so who knows. Perhaps you’ll tell me about it sometime?” Another smile, this time a bit more on the shy side was offered up as Quilriana fiddled with the rag. “I’ll be back in a moment,” she hastily added before giving the dragonrider a chance to respond and darted off toward the bar and kitchen.
Several minutes later and she was returning with a tray loaded with a bowl, glass, and a plate with two wedges of bread that was set down before the man. “A thick hearty stew that my father made earlier. It’s one of his specialities. Don’t eat my brother’s attempts. He’s a bit lazy when it comes to the simmering and rushes it sometimes.” She was being rather chatty she realised but couldn’t help it. It was his first time at the Whetstone, or she assumed but he didn’t seem to fit in as well as the regulars so it seemed a safe bet, so a little extra explanation was order. “And Benden red to complement the flavours of the stew. I thought you might be more interested in the food experience instead of simply to fill your belly and wash the food down with.” Besides, it was Benden wine. It was a rare man indeed that didn’t care for their well-crafted wine.