The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Zevran]

Well, we are here to find a skilled, powerful healer, and who better to ask than someone directly related to the literal god-king of the village? Zevran glances at Isabela, shrugs again, then starts walking towards... "You gave four titles and no name," he observes once he's closer and can assume a more conversational volume.

[GamesMaster]

"You only asked for the title," she replies, as they resume walking. "Amandine, is the name bestowed upon me. It means, prepared with sliced almonds. I am told I taste somewhat like almonds, though I prefer that people taste my creations than my flesh." 

[Isabela]

"I am Captain Isabela of the Siren's Call," adds Isabela. "And this is..." She pauses, unsure how Zevran wants to introduce himself. "A good friend of mine."

[Zevran]

He hesitates as well, then decides that he'll have to trust the leadership of the village if he's to get the help and healing he needs. So why not start here and now? "I am Zevran the Astoundingly Fanciable, and I am deeply delighted to met you, Chef Amandine. And to taste your cookies, be they the baked good kind or the sexy kind." I think I will firmly decide she means oral, not cannibalism, and be on with my day. 

[GamesMaster]

"Oh definitely the baked kind. Sex is fine, but it doesn't hold my interest long. In this instance you will be tasting a particular new breed of brownie fresh from the oven." A pause. "Did you say Zevran? I thought your name was Jassinth?"


"No," says Isabela, frowning a little. "Jass is a different merikos drow."

"Oh. You are visually very similar. The nose, the lips." She turns toward Zevran, studying his face more closely. "I see now. The eyes are very different. My mistake."

[Zevran]

"Right, m'bela did mention that a merikos drow lived here," Zevran reminds himself, the idea being so contrary to his expectations that he keeps forgetting to consider it. "But no, I am not he. Does this mean I do not get cookies?"

[GamesMaster]

"You... are Merikos Drow, yes? Not a Tulwath in disguise or any some such?" At his nod, she continues with a nod of her own. "Then, yes. You are still an adequate test subject. I need the taste buds of a Drow." 

[Zevran]

Again, assuming she means 'taste tester' not 'ingredient.' Nodding agreeably, Zevran catches up with her, then offers his arm. "So... What are brownies?"

[GamesMaster]

"Brownies are fudgier than cakes, and smaller, more individual portions like a cookie. But softer than a cookie. They are typically chocolate, hence the color and name." 

[Zevran]

Zevran blinks a few times. "Chocolate? In a baked good? Fascinating. I have only ever had it in a candy before," he explains, not directly commenting on how expensive chocolate is in most of the Outland. "It sounds very interesting."

[GamesMaster]

"Oh yes. Well. This particular blondie is adapted to the tastes of the Surface Drow. I wish to send the Enclave a gesture of good will from Raplin, only, I am having difficulty adapting to the differences in palate from my  Elven test subjects."

[Zevran]

Really? I guess Teiris has rolled over in Her bed. Certainly due for such... "I had not realized that there was that much of a difference. Or, truth be told, that there was any real difference at all, other than person to person."

[GamesMaster]

"Oh, yes. Every race has a different, ah, let us call it, starting palate, before the individual differences are imprinted upon the body by the soul, before life experiences also takes a toll. This means there are commonalities that one can tailor their art towards. Of course, this is all for mortals. Tulwaths like myself have... rather more varied standards."

[Zevran]

"Ah! I think I understand," Zevran says brightly, nodding. "Much like how each race has commonalties in erogenous zones, but sexual preferences vary widely among individuals of each race. Nearly every gnome has a spot along the spine, in the small of the back just above their ass, that is very sensitive while humans can often be pleased with careful touches of their neck, especially the nape or the throat."

[GamesMaster]

"If you say so," she agrees amicably. "I have not made the requisite studies myself. My sister may have. She seems.... intent on studying erogenous zones."