The Kitchen is filled to bring with pans each topped with some kind of viscous boiling liquid. The smell of ginger, thick and ripe fills the air and clears the nostrils. Spices like cumin,sage and rosemary tickle the back of the throat.
Quoth, in his cage, sits atop the huge counter top that is covered in amber vials. Sen, works feverishly, packing the dried ginger strips into the vials for easy access. Ginger of course is known to help heal the wounded and wake the sleeping.
Sen carefully packs the roots of the ginger into the vial and screws the top on. It was important that warriors be able to open the vials when they ha fallen.
It looked like the Valkyn'vi was readying for something. He had packed every inch of space with things. Food, sealed and cured, for easy storage. Weapons, cleaned, oiled and packed, as if to hide them. And potions. As many as he could make were ready for the Elven attack.
He looked at the bird on the counter, and knew. If this place was over run, he would let the bird out of his cage. His only companion in the wastes, and now, he would make sure his last act would be to lose the creature.
Gathering supplies
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Gathering supplies
Travis Cole