So there they were, a bartender, a knight in training and a former chef standing in an almost empty restaurant. Magnus tried to stay calm but the bartender was a red as a tomato. He looked like he could kill Magnus at any moment now.
Cera couldn't believe her senses. She was standing next to the greatest chef in Delron who happened to be the same person who was talking to himself in a tree! How could have this happened, a chef into a lame guild master? She HAD to get answers.
"Get out. NOW!" the bartender shouted as loud as he could. People now started to peek through the windows of the restaurant.
"Stop yelling! We can figure out something between you two so you can stop fighting."
" Good idea Cera! Your the best!"
"Oh, you!" Cera began, " Ok. Maybe we can... hmm... oh! I got it know! We can do a cook off! If Magnus wins he can come into this restaurant as much as he can and if-"
" If ol' Percy here wins I'll be forced to come back to the restaurant. Deal, Percival?"
"Deal!"
Old man Percival ran out the door already preparing his dish while Magnus just stood there in the bar waiting, smiling at Cera.
"Well? I set this up for you and your gonna win this! Your the best chef in Delron!"
" Ok! Ok! Let's go to the market. The old man's not gonna have any luck trying to catch fish."
They both walk our the bar and head to the marketplace full of fresh produce and goodies.
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Tales of Ravenia: Mage Warrior
FantasyCera, a girl living in the upper town in the region of Delron. She has a very witty personality and is very loyal. She has a big apatite and is a failure of making tents ( Seriously she's terrible!). Her dream was very ambitious, it was to be a knig...
