[The Strangers Welcome] A steel midget? [Vanos Strongarm]

[Talen Stirling]

Talen took his excuse with a grin and settled down. He took pride in his skill with a sword, and the brashness of youth allowed no doubt to be placed upon his ability. Macho was a natural thing to him, a natural thing to anyone in a world like Mizahar, where only your strength and that of your allies would keep you alive. It was funny, to see the short tough man smell at alcohol as if it were terrifying. Perhaps the Isur didn't have that in their city, or perhaps they considered it dangerous. Whichever the case, Talen stifled a laugh and answered his question with a chuckle. "Yeah, it's degtine. An' it's supposed to burn, once you've had abit more I'm sure you'll like it better." He chuckled and took a big drink of his own, then dived into his meal with a fervor seen in none but young men after work.

[Vanos Strongarm]

"Perhaps once it burns enough of mouth, you no longer feel the burning. Then it is all good and tastes better?" Vanos said with a smirk as he took another sip of it wearily while he looked back over to Talen who started to eat without hesitation. Vanos looked down to his plate and took the fork in his hand and started to curiously poke at the food that was brought in front of him. While he wasn't a fussy eater, he wasn't all that sure of the food that they placed in front of him. "Food doesn't burn like degtine, right? Tastes like normal food?" He narrowed his eyes as he looked around the place and saw people eating like normal without any weird expressions on their face. Vanos raised a brow as he looked back to Talen with a little grin on his face. "Do you cook food like this? Or eat all your food at this place?"

[Legion]

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