"Nope, nope. I'm cooking my own, thank you."
Penance had carefully warmed up her meat, making it hot yet still raw and bloody. Strangely, the only thing she had truly cooked were her apples, charred to her liking.
Instead of laughing, Penance looked rather embarrassed, wiping her face.
"I'm sorry, sometimes I forget I'm not at the Temple right now... They're used to this..."
For all her freespirtedness, Penance was only twenty five, she seemed quite insecure in the group, save for Karlach.
| @unholypriestess- |
“ I can’t say I’ve ever had the pleasure of trying raw meat , let alone with the blood.”
*he grimaced , attempting to clear his expression and completely failing.*
“I suppose everyone has their unique tastes , but you’re practically inhaling it. Is it really that good?”
She laughed.
"You haven't been around a lot of Tieflings, have you? I'm kind of like a cat, most of my diet has to be meat and raw fruits and vegetables make me really sick."
Penance grabbed her meat and bit in, blood dribbling down her chin.
"Mmm, the blood is the /best/ part..." Her tail wagged behind her.
"What? Do I scare you? My knowledge of the Shadow Weave is greater than yours because it's my Lady's domain. Not Midnight, Mystrl or whatever she calls herself now."
Admin: Causally flexing my Mystra lore knowledge...
| @stolenfaith- |
"Perhaps you have a point , but I'd be lying if I said it didn't concern me a bit. You do seem to possess a certain ... affinity for it. But I'll refrain from lecturing you any longer.”