@tcmpestes // Serendipity & Maledos
There are a lot of taverns in a city this size.
Most of them are better than the one that Maledos finds himself in at the moment. Unless you're there at the end of the tenday, as Maledos was now. That was when the kitchen got flour from the gristmill, and the first thing that they put out with that fresh flour?
Massive sweet rolls. The Innkeeper swore the smell of them was enough to draw in people to stay. They'd not gone out of business yet, so Maledos wasn't going to question it. This time of year, those sweet rolls were made with cranberries and had an orange glaze - he'd never once complained about citrus with his sugar - and you could get one to pair with a big mug of cider for just a bit.
Maledos has just gotten his when he notices the pink tiefling across the bar, looking a little like he's either being ignored, or hasn't mustered the nerve to interrupt the flow of what was going on behind the bar long enough to put in an order. Tieflings were uncommon enough he was going to notice an unfamiliar face in this part of the city.
He slides himself into the barstool beside the stranger, and places his cider on the bartop, though his roll never leaves his hand. Instead, he starts to tear a piece off, and turns in his seat enough to look at the other tiefling as he speaks -
"Hey there, sweet pea, you got a name?"
- and then pops the piece of sticky sweet bread in his mouth.
