Cater Yer Next Feast !
brought to you by "Atz's Eat's"
Plan yer Feasts now!
Special menus include Atz' famous recipes!
Fer ye wee folk
a truffle soufle of wyvern egg whites. No yolks ta way ya down!
Fer ye fair folk
field grass'n'ferns spritzed wit Atz's own feet pressed balsamic topped fresh zest from da Beregost orchards
Fer ye pirates
Grilled Halibut served over a bed o'kelp 'n honey.
Fer overgrown louts and pigfaces
Flame singed meat o' da day. Da inside still bleedin an raw!
Fer ye city folk
Fried yardbird with special sauce atop two homemade sesame puff buns.
Fer me d'waf kin
a special breakfast of warmed gruel an Ale!
Book Chef Atz before anudder does!
Not responsible fer wine, anythin' not applied to high temperture or flame, nor yer manners!
Atz's Eats- Catering Specials
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Re: Atz's Eats- Catering Specials
new signs appear on the trade and lion's way.
Exotic game hunt, fine repast to follow!
Atz' Eats
Chuck Wagon Division, movin' out soon
As he cleans and resharpens his chef knives the garrulous dwarf looks around at the
adventurers polishing off some of his fine vittles the barrel shaped dwarf mutters,
"Dat be de last o' da meat."
Eyeing the gathered adventurers keenly, two fat thumbs jammed on the rope around his waist, he says, "Time ta replenesh ma stores an hunt some exotic game! Who's comin'?"
The dwarf is seen carrying away all of the available braziers and roasters from the dry goods merchants. He also exits the cooks kitchen of the FAI with a stack of large pots. A bit ater he and the braided beard dwarf Anderson and a few other pals are seen loading kegs of ale into a wagon, overloading it in eager ignorance.
Not responsible fer wine, anythin' not applied to high temperture or flame, nor yer manners!
Exotic game hunt, fine repast to follow!
Atz' Eats
Chuck Wagon Division, movin' out soon
As he cleans and resharpens his chef knives the garrulous dwarf looks around at the
adventurers polishing off some of his fine vittles the barrel shaped dwarf mutters,
"Dat be de last o' da meat."
Eyeing the gathered adventurers keenly, two fat thumbs jammed on the rope around his waist, he says, "Time ta replenesh ma stores an hunt some exotic game! Who's comin'?"
The dwarf is seen carrying away all of the available braziers and roasters from the dry goods merchants. He also exits the cooks kitchen of the FAI with a stack of large pots. A bit ater he and the braided beard dwarf Anderson and a few other pals are seen loading kegs of ale into a wagon, overloading it in eager ignorance.
Not responsible fer wine, anythin' not applied to high temperture or flame, nor yer manners!