Sophia White
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We all sat at the edge of our seats as dozens of small stories unfolded before us. The crowd cheered, booed, and roared their approval and laughter at the appropriate moments, spurred on by the announcer. “OOOOH!!! HE’S GOING TO FEEL THAT IN HIS ANKLES IN THE MORNING!” “AND THE RUSTY BATTLEAXE REALLY PUT THE HURT INTO THE FICKLE FIG!” “KEBAB CUISINE HAS PURCHASED CHICKPEAS, PARSLEY, TOMATOES, AND CILANTRO! WHAT COULD SHE BE MAKING!?” “IT LOOKS LIKE THE THIRSTY GOAT AND THE HUNGRY…-
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Bran observed the carnage as the crowd hooted and hollered. Some noticed the only dwarf left behind and were pointing and laughing, or giving approving nods. The wisest had probably figured out what he was doing. The first to hit the market like a spell from the wand was the chef of the “!" “!” “!” The first four combatants were soon met by another five, and it became too chaotic to pick out any individual person. Bran chuckled to himself as Bran looked away to surveil the rest of the…
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Markus and Moony had managed to get us some nice seats in the lower part of the arena, and Balin had helped them keep it. He stood with his golden armour, keeping seat thieves at bay. “My Hero!” I fluttered my eyelashes and he rolled his eyes so hard I could see it through the plate mail. “Sit down ya sunnova nanny goat. Ma Annie says you’ve been teasin’ her, and I’m gonna make you pay fer that later.” “Penelope, go say hello and thank you for holding our seats to Balin.” Balin…
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Bran Hurler awoke like any other day in Minnova. He reached out for a dwarfess that wasn't there, groaned, then pulled himself out of his single cot in his tenement room. He sighed and went to do his morning ablutions. Not all dwarves bothered with getting cleaned up every day, but he always considered cleanliness to be important in a chef; nobody liked hair in their soup. Plus, Opal always said she liked it when his black hair shone with inner lustre. He dressed carefully in the clean set of crisp white…
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The Thirsty Goat was closed. It wasn’t an emergency, and we weren’t out of food. No, it was just far past closing time and all the patrons had left for the day. The tables were cleaned, most of the help had retired, and a warm fire flickered in the hearth of the pub. The clink of dishes in the kitchen mixed with the crackle of the fire to create a symphony of satisfaction. In the warm orange glow a single dwarf sat at a paper strewn table, contemplating the future of the world. Little did he know how…
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Balin and I sat in anticipatory silence as Copperpot took a sip from the bottle on the table. He swirled the witbier around in his mouth for a moment, like a sommelier appreciating a particularly fine vintage of wine. He’d agreed that our plan was sound, but wanted to have a “taste of the goods” first. He swallowed and nodded, then frowned, then quirked an eyebrow. An entire symphony of expressions crossed his face until it landed on perturbed. Uh oh. “It’s… good.” Copperpot said, and…
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A gnome in a black suit led us through the long hallways. Pot Manor was everything I could have hoped for in a fantasy world. It had crenellations and witch’s caps with buttresses and stone gargoyles. It felt like a castle toned down to a house, kind of like the various ‘castles’ that dotted my old home in BC. It was also a violent yellowish puke-green, which was a… design choice. I would have guessed black, or some variation on red-brown, or verdigris. Even something in stone - the puns…
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We sent Raspberrysyrup off with bells and whistles, and then prepared for the dinner rush. Kirk had picked up the ropes over the past couple days, and that removed a lot of pressure from the pub side of things. Bran and Lemontwist were managing the kitchen expertly, and Aqua had discovered she actually The first to arrive were some regulars, along with Emerelda and Beatbox. Emerelda and I flirted for a while until Rumbob arrived with a ‘Ho Ho Ho’ and the three pro-drinkers went to party with a crowd…
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Wheat beer, especially a hefeweizen, looks a little different from regular beer. To start, it’s usually a pale yellow, the colour of sun-baked straw, and has a scent reminiscent of crackers with citrus. Most ales are a slight amber brown, and relatively transparent, while unfiltered wheat beers, like hefeweizen, can be recognized by their signature wheat-protein haze. The most common wheat-beers available in Canada are the ubiquitous German hefeweizen, and its cousin the Belgian witbier. Both are top…
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“And here’s the brewroom!” I waved my hand expansively, taking it all in. The crew was hard at work filling bottles of our latest batch of Moony and Markus were bent together chatting while they used an industrial bottle stick to fill bottles. They looked over and waved, but didn’t otherwise approach. They may not have known who Raspberrysyrup was, or didn’t want to bother their knees with getting up. The same was true for Richter and John, who were currently cleaning and sanitising the large…
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