<div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Spells cast earlier in the day.<br/>Alarm(Cast on apartment before leaving)<br/>Mount(To pull the cart, currently resting behind stand)<br/>Unseen Servant(*2)(Helped pull cart, currently assisting Larynn)<br/>3 1st Level Spells remaining<br/><br/>EDIT: Changed a few things around with this post. Nothing too big.</div></div></div>The activity in the grill encompassed the senses. The heat of the grill as meat and vegetables sizzled over it, the slightly changing color of the food as it cooked further, the aroma in the air as oils evaporated into vapors....<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Irthos wrote:</cite>"Two kebabs here! Two for Tula!"<br/>"THREE kebabs for Jalal, and I want 'em before Tula's!"<br/>"Amrita for Bansi! You've got amrita, yeah?"<br/>"Hey, sweet-meats, are YOU on the menu?"<br/></div></blockquote><br/>And the clamoring of drunken apes that almost drowned out everything else.<br/><br/>But despite the temperament of the Wandering Grill's current customers, the young chef kept working with a smile on her face, a pair of white-furred ears pointed straight up. Delicate hands guided a wooden skewer through a patterned row of tomatoes, peppers, and marinated pork before being set next a dozen similar kebabs. Her tail swayed lightly with her dress as she picked up the raw skewers and moved them from the cutting board to the grill, humming a tune she could barely hear. Larynn Bluefield, the chef and owner of this small food stand, liked to stay busy.<br/><span style="font-size: 10%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-style: italic">"HEY~! ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME!?"</span></span><br/>“Flip…” Larynn whispered, pointing at an already cooking set of kebabs. As if on cue, one skewer after the other rose off of the grill, turned over onto its opposite side, and set back down. As the last kebab touched back onto the hot metal, the young cook gave the next order for her unseen servants "...and stop." After a light seasoning on top the fresh kebabs, the young aasimar picked up a small towel to wipe her hands off.<br/><span style="font-size: 10%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-style: italic">"STOP TRYING TO TUNE ME OUT!"</span></span><br/>“The first set of orders is almost done!” Larynn exclaims, turning to the ornery vanara pack. “Mister… Bansi? You asked for amrita. Did you mean ambrosia? I do have some ambrosia I could heat up, if you’re interested.”<br/><span style="font-size: 10%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-style: italic">OOH! I'D LIKE AMBROSIA!</span></span><br/><span style="font-size: 50%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-style: italic">...Shush.</span></span>