<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;">Knowledge(History) (DC 20) (1d20 + 6): 2 + 6 = 8, failed.<br/>Knowledge(Planes) (DC 20) (1d20 + 7): 3 + 7 = 10, failed.<br/>Sense Motive (DC 20) (1d20 + 1): 12 + 1 = 13, failed.<br/>Perception (DC 20) (1d20 + 3): 7 + 3 = 10, failed.<br/>Initiative Check (1d20 + 2): 12 + 2 = 14<br/><br/>Ouch :p Larynn is caught unaware. Hopefully, her luck will be better during combat, or she won’t last long…<br/>Larynn: But I’m too young to be Demon food!<br/>Vanika: You’re never too young to be Demon food!  &gt;:3.<br/><br/>EDIT: Adding a story piece onto this post.</div></div></div><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Allie wrote:</cite>"In that case, could you please add one vegetable kebab to the queue, please? I'll-" <br/><br/>"I'll be back in just a moment to pay," </div></blockquote>Larynn followed Alyssa’s gaze to the ale tents, where something was stirring up a commotion. She couldn’t see what the problem was though (was it the angry looking gnoll?), and gave a brief “Okay…” to the guard as she walked off.<br/><br/>Knowing she was short on time, Larynn moved to the cutting board to prepare the kebab. Mushrooms, bell peppers, zucchinis, and tomato halves were sliced, seasoned, and threaded onto skewer, before being moved onto the grill.<br/><br/>It was then that a distinct bubbling noise reached Larynn’s ears, signaling that the ambrosia’s initial preparation was almost done.  Undoing the clamps securing the pot’s lid, a cloud of steam belches out, filling the Wandering Grill with the rich smell of seasoned meat. Brandishing a pair of carving forks, Larynn reached in and pulled out a large piece of meat.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">”…Good. It look’s like the owlbear ribs have marinated properly.”</span>She thought to herself .Typically; owlbear meat is far too dry to be palatable. It had taken the aasimar most of the previous day to prepare a marinade that could provide and maintain moisture in the meat. The ribs were then pressure-cooked in the solution, then left to sit for the following night and day. The marinade gelled after sitting for so long, forcing Larynn to reheat the ambrosia.<br/><br/>The sudden lack or ringing bells catches the young cook’s attention.<span style="font-style: italic">”It’s starting! I have to hurry!”</span>Doubling her pace, Larynn set the ribs onto the grill, and the forks onto the nearby table. She took a ladle and stirred the remaining concoction in the pot before pouring some over the ribs.<br/><br/>She ordered her unseen servants to turn the slab of meat over as she prepared another ladle full of marinade.  She repeated this about five times, adding additional coatings as previous layers were cooked down and evaporated by the grill, leaving a thick glazed coating over both sides of the meat.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">”Thank Gelert the recipe called for the meat to be pre-cooked. ”</span>Larynn thought, reaching for the carving forks again. She moved the ambrosia over to the cutting board, and replaced one of the forks with a knife. She ran the blade between the rib bones, carving the meat into roughly equal-sized portions. Finally, she set the ambrosia onto plates, and brought them over to the counter, where the vanara had gone quiet.<br/><br/>“Sorry for the delay.” Larynn whispered, setting the last plate of ribs down. “Here is the ambrosia you or…dered.. “ The cook trailed off as she got her first good look at the active gate, suddenly realizing why the vanara had gone quiet.<br/><br/>But as she watched the sealing ritual and half listened to the Lord-governors speech, something started to feel… off. The symbols on the gate weren’t celestial, but she didn’t recognize them. The unrest in the crowd was becoming more obvious. Even the priest atop the dais had stopped chanting. She couldn’t place her finger on it, but something was very wrong. But<span style="text-decoration: underline">what was it</span>? What was going on with the gate? What part of her old lessons was she forgetting?<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">*sssssss*</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">”!!!”</span>Larynn’s eyes widened<span style="font-style: italic">”THE VEGGIE KEBAB!”</span>Cursing herself for getting her last order, she turned back to the grill to flip the lone skewer.