Eat, Drink and Be Merry - Meet Olloch the Glutton - RPLOG
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Date
8/7/478
Log
Against all odds, the Diseased Pig tavern is, dare we say it, BUSTLING! The usually sullen place has beings of all sizes, shapes and descriptions eating and drinking and generally carrying on. It is quite the party with all sorts of food laid out on long, communal tables and the drink seems to flow like water! A crew of workers on a break are singing a rather bawdy song led by an enormously fat boar in courtly finery who seems to be the benefactor of this impromptu feast.
Serana flicks his tail some. Surprised that the pig actually had some sort of event. An interesting development... The young shark would slide through the crowd careful his tail doesn't catch a patron or two before finding his way to the bar "Large crowd todey, eh?" the irish shark gives with a chuckle "Not normally you see this may people in the pig. What's the occasion?"
Veber cocks an eyebrow at the bustle. He had business at the Pig, but it would apparently have to wait. The baboon didn't see his contact anywhere, nor did he expect to with all the others around. For the nonce, he stakes out a quiet spot on a wall, waiting to get a sense of the event and the crowd before he tries anything.
Zuri strolls into the normally quiet inn, peeking around in disbelief. Despite his surprise he wastes no time moving up close to the laid out tables , eyeing the food and drink greedily. The small salamander quickly snatches a piece of fruit out of the pile as he looks about.
As the party starts a figure clad in gaudy clothing enters. The being's distinctive clothing and half-smiling/half-frowning mask clearly marks him as none other than the Jester. The acrobat cartwheels into the not-so-fine establishment before standing up and looking around, for the moment doing nothing.
There don't seem to be any quiet spots in the tavern today, and no one is getting into the Thieves' Guild today with all this activity. The gorilla barman, affectionatly known as Mangle, snorts at Serana's question. "Dunno," he grunts, "Big fella over there just strolled in here, says it's time for a party and carts in all this food and drink and stuff! Woulda kicked him out on his fat ass, 'cept he went and payed for the whole building fer a week!" The ape shrugs. "Good party though, don't know how everybody here heard about it. Food is damn good and the drinks are better!"
If the crowd of revelers is anything to go by, it is true. Beings are eating and drinking and laughing and singing in ways that have not been heard in this building since it was built! The obese, guadily dressed boar leaves his 'choir' to their drunken singing and starts to waddle about, mingling with the party goers.
Serin chuckles softly, watching as three more beings enter, one of them being a jester. "
Veber smiles and pretends not to notice the sharp elbow he's applying to the water folk who's crowding him. When the gull turns, affronted, Veber puts on an apologetic expression and excuses himself to head into the commotion around the table. If the food's there for the taking, there's no reason not to eat.
Zuri returns to meandering along the room, moving between the pockets of crowd as he often does. He casually takes a bite of the piece of fruit he's holding , chewing it down as he glances around and spots none other than the Jester.
Serin chuckles softly, watching as three more beings enter, one of them being a jester. "Well, it looks like he left his perch..." he hums flickign his tail slightly "Thanks." and she leaves, but not without dropping a few crown for the information. Least he could do, for the normally empty inn. Before sidling up to the boar with a smile "Dear sir, dear sir!" he hums "Such excellent reverly today, by-chance, what brought on such a fantastic turn of events, hmm?"
"A party with the a dying pig, such a pity that I forgot my wig, else we could have danced the jig." the jesterling says as they move nearer to one of the food tables and give a plate with a roasted animal on it a little poke, "Lacks thyme, could use a sprig." they add before looking around, and spotting a being drinking like...a pig, "Be careful sir, no need to swig." With the rather unimagintive rhyme spoken, the Jester moves nearer to the barkeep without another sound.
Anyone partaking of the food will quickly find that it is INCREDIBLE! The fruit is perfectly ripe and sweeter than it has any right to be, and the meats are tender and savory. Everything is of the finest quality and there does not seem to be any risk of anything running low.
"That's right, my friends!" roars the massive host, "Eat! Drink! Be Merry!" A huge, beefy hand comes down on Zuri's head. "Enjoying yourself, friend?" Comes the booming voice of the boar. "Don't stop with the fruit! I've brought something for everyone!" He turns a tusked grin on Serana as she sidles up and wraps a fat arm around her shoulders. "Why do we need a reason?" he bellows, "Indulge yourselves! It's all from your friend Olloch!"
Veber bites absently into a peach, only to discover himself quickly devouring the whole thing and reaching for another. That won't do. He shakes his head and tries to eat the second more slowly. No need for gluttony.
Serin chuckles softly "Of Course! Why need a reason!" he agrees with the boar before partaking of the food. Behind the pleasant facade though, the shark was analyzing, pondering and questioning. There was a serious lacking of his type before... what spurred this on now? A little more pressure on the boar would need to be in order. But she needed a gauge... how best would he open up?
Zuri pauses mid-chew as the unbelievable flavour hits his taste buds. He's still partly in shock as the boar pats him on the head, the small salamander peering uo at him with a wide smile. "Wow! Thank you sir! This is the juiciest peach I have ever tasted! Where is it from Mister Olloch?" The salamander immediately bites into the peach again, craving more of that sweet taste.
"It is all from my own orchards and fields!" the boar says, in answer to Zuri's question, "I personally oversaw the preparation of all of this bounty before you! Go ahead, enjoy!" The stops for a moment to wrangle a passing woman in for a deep, passionate kiss, then lets her go. The girl looks a little dazed, but not displeased as she continues on her way. "We have only tasted the pleasures in story!" Olloch calls out, waddling around the room. The boar places an odd, red fruit before Veber as he passes by. "Try this one, friend!" he advises, "And don't miss the sweetcakes!" The boar can hardly seem to stand still and swims like a porky fish in the crowd, pouring drinks, handing out food, laughing and kabitzing and stealing ecstatic kisses and sly gropes with me and women alike. Playboy may not be a word yet on Promise, but this being may be its genesis in the vernacular.
Veber obligingly takes the offered red fruit before retreating from the table. This is all passing strange, and quite possibly bad for business. It's hard to concentrate on business, though, with the flowing wine and the heaped food and the larger-than-life boar at the middle of it all.
