“The villages and inns, the towns and taverns, the cities and the shops; these are the abodes of others. I am a creature of the wild spaces in between, at home gnawing on roasted ferret, or snaring a rabbit, or tracking a wounded stag, not just for the meat mind you, but to retrieve an expensive elven arrow as well. Yes, these are my homes: the wilds, the wilderness, the spaces deemed useless by men, or just forgotten altogether. But, for those times when I tire of food I’ve caught myself, when I need a comfortable bed, or when my thirst needs to be quenched, I’m still searching for good value. Therefore, I’m pleased to announce Rasha’s Reviews, a labor of love designed to aid the weary, hungry, and thirsty traveler through the Inner Sea. First up on my list: The Rusty Dragon. Now, while this establishment purports to cater to the fine dining crowd…”
Rasha’s human mother, a prostitute by trade, was Ulfen, hence his fluency in Skald.
Sooooooooooooo close to level 3 he can taste it. And it tastes like “Spivey”…
(Attached see recipe: Spivey Stew)
