A Fungithal Meal Part 1 (Solo)
Posted: Fri May 21, 2021 6:04 pm
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Franky looked out over the hall, a soft smirk on his face, seeing his usual midday regulars, what few of them there were, and one new face, a Grackle eating fish alone in the corner. The busier lunch hour was over, and Franky was prepping for the evening. He stood there, leaning against the back counter of his bar, wiping down a long row of flagons and glasses he'd just washed. With each one cleaned, he'd set it on the shelf below the bar. He'd been surprised to get even this many customers so early on after opening his tavern, but it seemed there was a market here for the less desirables. It didn't bother Franky to profit off the racial hate here, someone needed to earn that coin, might as well be him.
The heavy door swung slowly outward, and a Dratori man walked in, face flush from exertion as he carried something in a sack over his shoulder. Franky set down the glass he'd just finished and stood up fully, smiling as the man walked down the row between his tables. "What do you have for me today, Goria?"
The elf smiled broadly, "I think you're gonna like this one, mate."
Franky nodded, walking over to the counter end, lifting it up, to allow the man to come behind the bar. Then he led Goria back through the door into the large kitchen, pointing at the prep table in the center. Goria slammed the heavy sack on the sturdy table, then untied the end. A dark, reptilian head of sorts flopped out, spreading a bit of mud on the table. Franky's head cocked to the side curiously, his lips pursed, as he watched Goria pull the entire sack off the creature.
"The hell is that?"
The hunter smiled, "That, my friend, is called a Fungithal. Seems to be part water lizard, part mushroom. Slippery fucker, I've had mud in my ass all damn day trying to bag this thing."
The creature was about five feet long, dark brown, with softly glowing blue spots on the mushrooms and other points on its skin. "How come it's glowing?"
The hunter shrugged, "It won't glow too long after it dies."
Franky nodded, his curiosity piqued. He walked around the table, eyeing the creature up from all the angles, "Looks like a lot of meat on this thing."
Goria smiled broadly, "Yeah, mate, me and my pap used to bag these all the time when I was a wee lad. Mum couldn't cook with a shit, but still was delicious."
Franky smiled, "How about twenty-five golds for the haul, plus an extra ten since you brought me something I've never seen before? Call it a finder's fee."
The hunter pondered on that, "I dunno mate, there's not many bones in that thing, and it was a right fuck to get. Took me all damn day. I'm gonna smell like that bog for days."
Franky hmmed as he thought about it some more. He walked over to it, pressing on the flesh with his hand. The hunter wasn't lying, he couldn't feel any prominent ribs or anything of the like. "Okay, you're right. How about thirty-five plus the ten, and I'll let you clean up in one of my empty rooms. And you can come by at dinner time to see what I whip up out of this thing, on me?"
The hunter's eyes lit up and Franky knew he liked that deal. So riding on the man's happiness, he added in, "But you also gotta tell me how your mum made it and why her cooking was bad."
The light stayed in Goria's eyes and he chuckled, "Pfft, I'd give that to you for free, mate. She made my wife look like a real royal chef, and she burnt water the other night." The pair shared a hearty laugh, before Goria stuck out his hand, "You got a deal, mate." Franky stuck out his own hand and the pair shook on it. "Now tell me how your mum did it while I get you paid."
Franky led the man out of the kitchen, while listening to his story about his mum's cooking, and back out into the bar area, reaching down beneath the bar and unlocking the lockbox. This lockbox was actually part of the bar so it couldn't be snatched and stolen away and only Franky had the key to it. He grabbed one of the small coin sacks he kept inside, filled with the appropriate amount, and handed it across the bar to the hunter. He then grabbed a key from the rentals cabinet, offering it to the hunter, "Room 8, go get cleaned up, you need to at least smell better than your wife's cookin'." The pair laughed uproariously as a few heads in the bar turned to see the commotion. Goria pocketed the coins and made his way upstairs.
Franky quickly finished cleaning the glasses, and wiped down the counter top, and then went around, seeing if anyone needed refills. Once that was taken care of, he slipped back into his kitchen, staring down at the strange beast. "Well, let's get to work."
Glade 12, 121
Franky looked out over the hall, a soft smirk on his face, seeing his usual midday regulars, what few of them there were, and one new face, a Grackle eating fish alone in the corner. The busier lunch hour was over, and Franky was prepping for the evening. He stood there, leaning against the back counter of his bar, wiping down a long row of flagons and glasses he'd just washed. With each one cleaned, he'd set it on the shelf below the bar. He'd been surprised to get even this many customers so early on after opening his tavern, but it seemed there was a market here for the less desirables. It didn't bother Franky to profit off the racial hate here, someone needed to earn that coin, might as well be him.
The heavy door swung slowly outward, and a Dratori man walked in, face flush from exertion as he carried something in a sack over his shoulder. Franky set down the glass he'd just finished and stood up fully, smiling as the man walked down the row between his tables. "What do you have for me today, Goria?"
The elf smiled broadly, "I think you're gonna like this one, mate."
Franky nodded, walking over to the counter end, lifting it up, to allow the man to come behind the bar. Then he led Goria back through the door into the large kitchen, pointing at the prep table in the center. Goria slammed the heavy sack on the sturdy table, then untied the end. A dark, reptilian head of sorts flopped out, spreading a bit of mud on the table. Franky's head cocked to the side curiously, his lips pursed, as he watched Goria pull the entire sack off the creature.
"The hell is that?"
The hunter smiled, "That, my friend, is called a Fungithal. Seems to be part water lizard, part mushroom. Slippery fucker, I've had mud in my ass all damn day trying to bag this thing."
The creature was about five feet long, dark brown, with softly glowing blue spots on the mushrooms and other points on its skin. "How come it's glowing?"
The hunter shrugged, "It won't glow too long after it dies."
Franky nodded, his curiosity piqued. He walked around the table, eyeing the creature up from all the angles, "Looks like a lot of meat on this thing."
Goria smiled broadly, "Yeah, mate, me and my pap used to bag these all the time when I was a wee lad. Mum couldn't cook with a shit, but still was delicious."
Franky smiled, "How about twenty-five golds for the haul, plus an extra ten since you brought me something I've never seen before? Call it a finder's fee."
The hunter pondered on that, "I dunno mate, there's not many bones in that thing, and it was a right fuck to get. Took me all damn day. I'm gonna smell like that bog for days."
Franky hmmed as he thought about it some more. He walked over to it, pressing on the flesh with his hand. The hunter wasn't lying, he couldn't feel any prominent ribs or anything of the like. "Okay, you're right. How about thirty-five plus the ten, and I'll let you clean up in one of my empty rooms. And you can come by at dinner time to see what I whip up out of this thing, on me?"
The hunter's eyes lit up and Franky knew he liked that deal. So riding on the man's happiness, he added in, "But you also gotta tell me how your mum made it and why her cooking was bad."
The light stayed in Goria's eyes and he chuckled, "Pfft, I'd give that to you for free, mate. She made my wife look like a real royal chef, and she burnt water the other night." The pair shared a hearty laugh, before Goria stuck out his hand, "You got a deal, mate." Franky stuck out his own hand and the pair shook on it. "Now tell me how your mum did it while I get you paid."
Franky led the man out of the kitchen, while listening to his story about his mum's cooking, and back out into the bar area, reaching down beneath the bar and unlocking the lockbox. This lockbox was actually part of the bar so it couldn't be snatched and stolen away and only Franky had the key to it. He grabbed one of the small coin sacks he kept inside, filled with the appropriate amount, and handed it across the bar to the hunter. He then grabbed a key from the rentals cabinet, offering it to the hunter, "Room 8, go get cleaned up, you need to at least smell better than your wife's cookin'." The pair laughed uproariously as a few heads in the bar turned to see the commotion. Goria pocketed the coins and made his way upstairs.
Franky quickly finished cleaning the glasses, and wiped down the counter top, and then went around, seeing if anyone needed refills. Once that was taken care of, he slipped back into his kitchen, staring down at the strange beast. "Well, let's get to work."
