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piosenniel · 03-28-2003, 04:48 PM

Pio busied herself behind the bar. Tongs in hand, she was putting together the ingredients for one ‘Flaming Fires of Orodruin’. From the deep recesses of the shelves beneath the bar she had fished out the large, two handled bowl made of thick Dwarven steel – impervious to all caustic materials, or so she had been told by the tradesman. And from the locked box of the same metal she took the carefully separated ingredients for the drink, and stirred them in order into the waiting bowl. A pinch of ash from Anfauglith was the last of the dry ingredients . . . she held up the thick glass cruet to the light and watched the twisting shadowed fluid swirl within, as it fought to conceal itself . . . ten drops of oily water from the dried stream in Dor Daedeloth and the drink was ready. Dreadful smoke and flames spewed up from within as she hurried it to the table where Daethaur sat.

“Order up, Flame of Udûn!’ She set the drink down in front of the Balrog and leaned as close as she dared. ‘After this one, it’s ale, wine, tea or nothing, I fear. Singed myself making this one!’

Further on, at a solitary table, Pio set down a cheese sandwich, and a tall glass of sparkling cider in front of the woman with the silvery blond hair. ‘Don’t worry about them,’ she said, motioning toward the Shadow creatures. ‘They should stay in line as long as they are in the Inn.’

Her last stop was the boy, Elhor. She set a glass of cider in front of him and cautioned him to let the Orc take the first pass at conversation. ‘You never know what will offend them. Best you let them choose the subject.’ In front of the Orc she set down a half-pint.

Once more behind the bar, she wiped up the spill over from the Balrog’s drink. ‘Should have done this right away,’ she mused to herself, as she noted the etchings where the drops of liquid had lain.

Pio leaned on the bar, a mug of chilled wine in her hand and looked at the clientele tonight. ‘Should be an interesting mix,’ she thought to herself. ‘I wonder what brings the Orcs and Valrauko so far West. Unusual . . . perhaps, if I wait long enough they will tell their stories.’

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03-28-2003, 04:48 PM	#199
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	Pio busied herself behind the bar. Tongs in hand, she was putting together the ingredients for one ‘Flaming Fires of Orodruin’. From the deep recesses of the shelves beneath the bar she had fished out the large, two handled bowl made of thick Dwarven steel – impervious to all caustic materials, or so she had been told by the tradesman. And from the locked box of the same metal she took the carefully separated ingredients for the drink, and stirred them in order into the waiting bowl. A pinch of ash from Anfauglith was the last of the dry ingredients . . . she held up the thick glass cruet to the light and watched the twisting shadowed fluid swirl within, as it fought to conceal itself . . . ten drops of oily water from the dried stream in Dor Daedeloth and the drink was ready. Dreadful smoke and flames spewed up from within as she hurried it to the table where Daethaur sat. “Order up, Flame of Udûn!’ She set the drink down in front of the Balrog and leaned as close as she dared. ‘After this one, it’s ale, wine, tea or nothing, I fear. Singed myself making this one!’ Further on, at a solitary table, Pio set down a cheese sandwich, and a tall glass of sparkling cider in front of the woman with the silvery blond hair. ‘Don’t worry about them,’ she said, motioning toward the Shadow creatures. ‘They should stay in line as long as they are in the Inn.’ Her last stop was the boy, Elhor. She set a glass of cider in front of him and cautioned him to let the Orc take the first pass at conversation. ‘You never know what will offend them. Best you let them choose the subject.’ In front of the Orc she set down a half-pint. Once more behind the bar, she wiped up the spill over from the Balrog’s drink. ‘Should have done this right away,’ she mused to herself, as she noted the etchings where the drops of liquid had lain. Pio leaned on the bar, a mug of chilled wine in her hand and looked at the clientele tonight. ‘Should be an interesting mix,’ she thought to herself. ‘I wonder what brings the Orcs and Valrauko so far West. Unusual . . . perhaps, if I wait long enough they will tell their stories.’ [ March 28, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ] __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.