Closed Spicy Conversation (Harrier Harwood)

[Leila]

Timestamp: Spring 32, 513 AV "Leila, I brought that pepper oil you requested. It was very difficult to acquire, thankfully I have a friend in the University who is studying philtering. So you think this would make a good mix with a drink? Usually only the sailors around here like spicy foods." The cook of the World's End Grotto handed her a flask of liquid, smiling like a child, he always loved her experimentation. "Make sure you save some so you can make me a flagon at the end of the night." "But of course Leonard, I would never forget a sweetheart like you." Leila kissed him on the cheek, then went out front to her bar. She relieved the bartender on the shift before hers, and smiled at her customers. Four of them tonight, odds were good that she could get one of them to be willing to try her concoction. "So, gentlemen, we're running a special tonight, half priced drinks, only on my new recipes that I'm trying out though. I warn you, they may be spicy." Two of the men looked up and smiled, and she knew they were interested. "Okay, two coming right up." She grabbed two empty flagons, and poured a shot glass worth of the oil into the glasses, then filled them with regular ale. She grabbed a stirring stick, and quickly mixed the drinks. She held one up to her nose, and sniffed it, her mouth instantly salivating from the spicy scent. "Okay, this batch might be a bit strong, let me know if you think it could be improved." The first man she handed the drink to sniffed at it, then sipped it. His face turned a bit red, "Whew, it's a bit strong, maybe less of the spicy. My mouth is burning like Ivak's bunghole." Leila smiled, "Thanks hun, want another after that one?" He nodded, and returned to drinking his lava-like lager. She placed the second drink in front of the other, older man, who quickly snatched it up and took a mouthful, swirling it around, apparently immune to the heat. "Could use a little fruitiness... something... with citrus. But it's a step in the right direction. Definitely another." Leila smiled and thanked him, instantly knowing what she needed to add. She went back into the kitchen, reached into a barrel, and pulled out a few green fruits, that most people know as limes. She returned to the bar, and grabbed two more flagons. She poured about a half shot's worth this time into each, then filled them with the golden ale. She then cut the two limes in half, squeezing one half of juice into each. She then cut one of the halves in half again, then put a quarter into the rim of the drink. She passed out the drinks, and waited on bated breath for their reactions. "I love it! I want more!" "Wow, that hit the spot perfectly! What do you call it?" Leila had no idea what to call the drink. She hadn't thought about it at all. She knew sailor's used limes to prevent scurvy though... and then she remembered the lovely colloquialism that was used earlier. "I call it Ivak's Scurvy. And we have plenty more for the both of you. Can I get any of the rest of you anything?"

[Harrier Harwood]

Harrier's eyes gleamed with his smile and the liquor he had already enjoyed elsewhere, and still he found himself drinking more at the bar of the Grotto. It was obvious that he should stop, but no person, nevermind a young man, thinks well when loaded with alcohol. This was no different. "I'll have one of those, love!" The blond man motioned toward the drinks the other men at the bar had tried, smiling like the fool he was acting. "I'm a sucker for something spicy." The chuckle this comment elicited from the milliner made him look even more the fool, yet his clear speech revealed that he truly was not as intoxicated as he first would seem. Perhaps it was just his personality, but anyone could tell that this young man was much too confident for his own good - or his pretty face. He had been watching as the woman mixed the drink, saw the oil and ale being poured, the lime being added, the men's reactions to it. If there is one thing Harrier loved, it was drinking, and this drink seemed right up his alley. And I desperately need more to drink... It hadn't been the best of days. His father had refused to finance his business, stating that his son needed to learn and build his own business with his own gold. The old bugger just doesn't want me to outshine him in his own field! Then he had been pushed into a fountain, his clothes soaked. His thoughts tainted with malice, Harrier tried to drink it all away. And so he found himself here, hailing the bartender for one of her "Ivak's Scurvy" drinks.

[Leila]

A blonde man called out for a drink, and he wanted the one she'd just invented. A flagon of ale, pepper oil, with a kiss of lime, and she was carrying out to the waiting man. She moved to set the drink down in front of the man, ensuring to lock eyes with him, a trick one of the other bartenders had taught her. She didn't spill a drop as she smiled at him, playfully. "That will be five coppers hun. Can I get you anything else?" She eyeballed the man, noting that he had the air of a man who got whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted it. She'd seen the type before, common in a lot of young sailors, and almost nonexistent from university students. But he also looked like he had a story to tell, and coin to spend, "Why don't you come up to the front of the bar with me, keep me company? The best brews are those freshest from the tap." She wasn't just trying to coax a good tip out of him, although that would be an added bonus. She hadn't heard a good story all night, nor told any, so that would be quite the relief. She stood up, hands on her hips, "Well?" she asked toyingly, an eyebrow cocked, a smirk upon her lips.

[Paragon]

Leila

Experience

Skill	XP Earned
Barkeeping	1
Cooking	1
Persuasion	1

Lores

•	Lore Earned
•	Drink Recipe: Ivak's Scurvy
•	Keeping the Punters Happy

Legend Becomes Reality

I gave you cooking as it doesn't quite fit Philtering or Brewing. Fun little read If you have any questions or concerns regarding your grade, please send me a PM and we can work from there.