#oh...this wizard's wiles WILL soften you wont they?

[recitedemise]

It's a wonder what this paladin, this warden, this woman of the spiders and the infinite dark, would see when she glances a spell his way. There's a question in her silence often there and lumbering as would voyuering phantoms. She must believe him a fraud, had suspected that his pleasantries were cloak and dagger, but to her shock and confusion in time, Gale would hope, his heart and his manners would strike her honest.

He is a man of sincerity. And he's bare with his soul. Unlike the denizens of her city and the gods that had wronged her, there's not a flavor of deception in the way he smiles.

"Oh! Of course. My apologies," he answers, far too chuffed as is to find himself cowed. "On your insistence, we can do away with any sort of giggling. Though this evening, I will not settle with less than having you moaning in delight."

She looks away, huffy over his pleasant demeanor, he's sure, and he lifts the lid to a set-aside pot. At once, a sumptuous meat-thick fragrance wafts up indulgent in a hiss of steam. Gale unveils another pot, a collections of mushrooms sat simmering with herbs, and all the waltzing of these marrying flavors... Peering up, he hazards he'll find her look of awe. "I've the suspicion you'll approve of our spread. I consulted with a lesser known book on the finer points of Menzoberranzan cuisine, and I must say, the pages within were equally as enlightening as they were daunting. Still, far be it from me to deny myself a challenge. I could think of no one better to judge whether or not I've bested it." He offers her a spoon to sample a taste herself. My, always so eager for trials and a chance to impress. / @spiderwarden, continued from here.