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[TheLivvingDoll]

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Frustraton poured itself in the form of fish mush onto the counter. She had been tenderizing those steaks since Ebon had left her house an hour and a half ago. He had made sure she had returned safely to her friends home in sanctus after their duel. Polite and the perfect gentleman, the perfect MARRIED gentleman, he had kissed her hand and bid her goodnight. This is why I don't stay in one place for too long, she muttered under her breath. Of all the people to catch her attention, it had to be a married one. And true to her word, Livvie had behaved. She hadn't overstepped, hadn't pushed him into an awkward position.

Cussing under her breath as the fish gave way beneath her hands and smeared on the countertop, she walked over to the sink and grabbed a rag. Looking out the window the Malas night twinkled of stars between clouds that seemed to drag by as if watching her as much as she them. Subconciously she reached over to place a hand on her favorite skillet. So many new people had been introduced to her. Quite a few of which happened last night at the Meadhall. Her mind drifted over faces and names landing on one of the few she hadn't seen last night. A certain drow who happened to wander past her backyard. She needed to get her mind off of the topic it was on. Grinning to herself she recalled their discussion of food. I wonder if he likes Boura, or maybe the new Mongbat recipe. Only one way to find out. Strolling over to the chests lining the back wall she grabbed a piece of parchment. Parking herself indian style on the floor with her skirt riding almost all the way up to her hips she used her thigh as a table and began to jot a letter.

"Dear Friend,

Our conversation the other night teetered on the subject of place and food. The place is mine, and I know you know how to get here. The food is your choice of Boura Chops, Mongbat balls with noodles, or cheese pizza. If you choose the cheese pizza I will know you thoroughly lack imagination. And if you choose one of the others, I'll know you have a sense of adventure and must really trust a woman who could poison half of Sosaria. Either way, I hope you rise to the occasion. As for time, send a reply as to when is best for you and we will let the boura fall where it may.

Sincerely,

Your neighborhood cook,

Livvie Dell"

Calmly Livvie got on her beetle and took the letter to the nearest Messenger. Giving them a handful of gold for delivery she nodded and returned home. "Ale! I need ale." Her voice was emphatic and her tone was solid. She had no clue what drow ate or drank. And she had less clue what in Trinsic's name had possessed her to ask one over for dinner. Especially one who could charm the pants off a vampire bat. "Livvie my girl, you need to get drunk." She popped open the bottle and downed it. Not thirty seconds passed before she was popping open another, and another.

[Gorhun Morchiant]

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Walking down the dusty roads of Buccaneer’s Den though remaining oddly clean, the drow lord opens the letter he had received earlier and begins reading it silently.

“This human is quite peculiar…why would I wish to spend time with the lesser race?” Gorhun says to himself as his mask changes from gray to blue.

“She may be useful in time…mustn’t burn bridges especially with someone who cooks for so many…” the drow says as he beckons a servant to bring him his desk.

Once the writing desk is sitting in the center of the street along with a comfortable chair, the drow lord sits and pulls a piece of parchment from a drawer and begins writing the following correspondence.

Livvie….Livvie Dell as you so introduced yourself to me,

Though I find your invitation peculiar and quite unexpected, I will grant you an audience. What you wish to prepare is up to you…I am quite adventurous, so I am sure that whatever it is you bring forth would be acceptable. Tell me what day it is to be prepared and I will make arrangements.

Feel privileged because despite your fairness and allure, it is not every day that I make schedule changes for those with your particular disability.


Sincerely,

Gorhun Morchiant
Lord of the Drow


Not feeling the necessity to place his seal at the bottom of the letter, the drow lord passes the note to a nearby servant.

“Make sure to send this by raven to Livvie Dell…” the drow lord says as he stands slowly in order to continue his rounds through the town.

“Humans…quite the peculiar lot…but this meal may find itself to be useful…or at the very least mildly entertaining,” Gorhun says to himself, his mask glowing a radiant purple.

[TheLivvingDoll]

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Chirp, Tweet, Chirp, Chirp

Livvie , half awake put a hand to her head in a futile attempt the stop the throbbing. The night before flashed vividly into her minds eye and she groaned outwardly.

Chirp, Tweet, Chirp, Chirp

The sound echoed again, inflaming the throb with each rendition. With a quick thrust of her arm, Livvie picked up the pillow beneath her head and chucked it out the window at the noise making finches sitting just beyond her bedroom window. As the feather filled cotten hit their branch they scattered and the noise stopped.

Squawk

Opening one eye like a wooden legged pirate on shore leave, she glared out the window. What should have been an empty branch had one lone Raven perched on it. Quickly she rubbed the open eye and glared again to make sure she was seeing corectly. Was that a letter attached to it's leg? Muttering something akin to cursed fish steaks she threw back the covers in a huff and padded barefoot to the window. Reaching up she yanked the parchment off it's leg. The beak of the Raven came down hard on her hand as she pulled the parchment towards her. Wings flapping it Squawked again and took off for parts unknown.

That will be my next Recipe: Raven Tar Tar.

Looking over the Raven's letter her mouth curled at the edge and her lip pursed as she read,
I will grant you an audience."

"Grant me my arse. I'll show that pompous, wind bagged, dark skinned, pointy eared cave dweller exactly what I can do with my disability." Stomping toward the chest of parchment she threw it open and grabbed a piece. Stomping back to the counter she grabbed her quill. She believed he meant the fact that she was human. She was almost sure of it.

"Dear Friend,

Friday, Nine o'clock will do. Bring your appetite and your sense of adventure.

Feel Privleged that you were invited. I'm picky about who I choose to taste test my cooking. However, the fact that you have made a schedule change doesn't escape my attention.

Livvie Dell, The disabled"

Wrapping it up she walked to the door and headed out. She got about 6 steps when she realized that she was still dressed in her nightgown. Pants would be good here, she sighed and turned back around to go grab them.

[Gorhun Morchiant]

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"This human has a bit of spunk..."Gorhun says to himself as he begins writing a correspondence.


Livvie,

9 o' clock on the morrow it is.


Sincerely,

Gorhun Morchiant
Lord of the Drow


Sending the letter by way of raven the drow lord wonders why a human would be inviting him for a meal.

[TheLivvingDoll]

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Once again, the raven made itself at home on the branch just beyond her window. Tilting her head to the side Livvie glared at it for a good five minutes before retrieving the letter attached to it. She had been contemplating her response since she sent the letter out earlier this morning. And she had been cussing in memory of the time she had given. Nine was not going to work. With her hand on her hip she let out a long sigh that blew a long piece of sunrise red out of her face.

She reached down and grabbed a quill and parchment. Let's hope you have enough of an adventure streak to hang in there for a time change.

"Dear Friend,

Due to a a commitment I was too sleep stupid to remember, I need to change the date and time. How does Sunday at 9 work for you instead?

Livvie Dell, the disabled schedule changer"

The raven had seen fit to stay and stare at her as she wrote. "Well If you are going to be here you can at least make yourself useful," she said to it in an condescending voice.