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Built into the cliffs overlooking the Suvan Sea, Riverfall resides on the edge of grasslands of Cyphrus where the Bluevein River plunges off the plain and cascades down to the inland sea below. Home of the Akalak, Riverfall is a self-supporting city populated by devoted warriors. [Riverfall Codex]

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[Almond Blossom] An Afternoon to Recall (Casanova)

Postby Orin Fenix on July 19th, 2017, 12:08 am

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Afternoon, 8th of Summer, 517AV


Orin would never admit this to his current companion, but he was actually feeling a bit fatigued. The two of them had gone straight from the library to the market. Casanova had insisted that they stop by a market to pick up supplies. Orin had agreed, mostly because he was wary of setting the other man. They'd had a rather rocky introduction this morning and now that they were at least acting civil towards one another, Orin was afraid to do anything to damage this temporary ceasefire. Besides, while the chef had originally had no plans to buy anything of his own, he was interested in seeing what Casanova was planning to purchase.

Of course, Orin’s plans to be thrifty fell apart as soon as they reached the market. It had an almost magnetic pull, as if the bright colors, the exotic scents, the sounds of hawkers peddling their wares, and the swirl of motion as people was hypnotic. It drew Orin in until not buying something was unthinkable. Still, the chef swore to remain practical, so in between some of Casanova’s stops the chef made a few stops of his own.

The chef had decided that if he was going to spend any significant time at the Valkalah Library then he should probably invest in some research supplies of his very own. So Orin had bought an empty journal, a quill, and a vial of ink, along with a bag to carry it all in. Since Orin assumed that merchants he didn't know well would automatically try to inflate their prices, and since Orin had no idea what any of the items he had purchased were supposed to cost, the chef had done his best to sharply haggle them down. Hopefully his inexperience had not shown and he'd ended up at a reasonable cost. Still, regardless, Orin felt that he ended up with the better end of the deal, seeing as he now had materials to further his fledgling education.

The two men had finished shopping and made their way slowly but surely towards The Almond Blossom. The afternoon sun beat down relentlessly and Orin found himself sweating in the humidity. The Akalaks nearby were stoic as always, but even they seem wilted slightly. Orin could also see many other non-Akalaks fanning themselves in an attempt to create even the semblance of a breeze. Hopefully it will rain soon. Orin didn’t know why, but he’d noticed that after a rain the humidity tended to drop. It rained often in Riverfall, so chances were Orin’s wish would come true sooner rather than alter. There wasn't much he could do about it other than get inside and eventually the two of them neared the restaurant that Orin thought of as a second home. The windows stood wide open in deference to the heat and Orin could already smell the scent of baking bread, roasted meats, and the other fragrances associated with fine dining.

Entering through the kitchen entrance, Orin held the door open for Casanova, using his good hand. Thankfully, Orin had timed it right and his co-workers were on their afternoon break. “Welcome to The Almond Blossom!” Orin briefly considered making some comment about Nov walking in hallowed ground but decided against it. While Orin didn’t like to admit it, it was true that The Almond Blossom was the best place to eat in all of Riverfall. Most of that was Dolmar and Korana’s incredibly hard work at establishing this place over the years, but some, Orin hoped, was at least his own contribution.

Still, as much as he loved it here, Orin had been considering opening his own location sooner rather than later. His own skills in cooking were more than up to the challenge. What he lacked was experience running a kitchen or a business, but that was something that he would have to pick up on the job, so to speak. Dolmar had been hinting that, as nice as it was to have Orin, The Almond Blossom didn’t really need two head chefs, and that’s what Orin had trained his whole life to be. Orin was frankly amused at Dolmar’s concerns that the human would try to usurp the Akalak’s place. It would never happen – Orin was far too grateful to the Akalak for welcoming him to the city – but it did mean that Orin had peaked at his current location.

Still, these were obviously concerns for another day. Right now, Orin had to worry about Casanova’s behavior. Unlike at the library, where the two of them were on equal footing, this was Orin’s turf, and he felt responsible for Nov’s conduct. “You can put your things down on a counter, but please ask for permission before you touch anything.” Orin phrased it as a request, but his tone left no doubt that it was a command. If the chef had to throw Casanova out, physically, if need be, he would. Orin set his own bag down, and then turned to Casanova. “Alright. We’re here. Now, let’s get down to business.” Casanova had kept mentioning doing something about Orin’s injuries, and while the chef didn’t really think he needed help, as they were healing fine on their own, he wasn’t going to turn it down.

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