Once you finished watching up everyone else was ready to leave as well. “Can’t let boss do everything!” Shortfang said jubilantly. Pylia also changed into some somewhat more formal attire, which mainly means she’s not wearing her traveling outfit and it doesn’t look like it’s made of patchwork furs. Buddy was simply petting Dinah while waiting for you. The party would head to the kitchen where business was still slow, caught in that mid-afternoon lull between the lunch rush and the afterwork rush.

“Using me kitchen eh? I ain’t against it, so long yet got da dosh ta pay get using it. My place ain’t like nobody else see, got ya ‘ole works ere. Ovens, stoves, iron cooking wares, other shite like dat, and more importantly food.” The orcish chef said with a hint of pride and intimidation. It was clear he cares about his kitchen very much. “We make caramel apples!” Shortfang explained in a very straightforward matter. The orc rubbed his chin. “Aye, iz dat so? Interestin. We got wot ye be needen ere. Her obviously gunna need sugars an apples. Pound of sugar’s five silvers, pound of apples is three silvers. Ye can use our water as ye need but if he go through da whole hogshead that’s be ten gold. An I expect ya ta [i]clean[/i] everything ya use, aight?” The orc said with a stern tone.