It was a warm and merry time, dinner with Pale and his companions.
The celebration of high spirits and camaraderie had successfully distracted Tycondrius from the reason he was upset.
But the inevitable came to pass... and that very reason reared his ugly head.
"BUH-BUH-BUh-bu-bubu-buh-riSSKETTTT!!!"
Brisket.
That ...*thing* meant to say 'brisket'-- beef, from the look and scent of it.
⟬ Stephanos, Gold-Rank Gorgon Idiot. ⟭
Stephanos, the... self-proclaimed Fierce Knight entered the dining room, carrying two metal plates as if he they were dumbbells.
Atop the first plate was a hefty cut of beef brisket, the subject of his mediocre singing voice. It was smoked tender and lightly showered with herbs and freshly cracked pepper.