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[dedoink]

“This is Grog......'s Oracle thingy where you can talk to me. Except I'm not here.
So talk to me on the Oracle thingy and I'll talk to you back another time.”

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[ *OOC NOTE: Grog is functionally illiterate, and uses the Oracle's text-to-speech option to read all incoming written communication. He'll either respond via video or voice, or he'll do his best to write something back. Just... don't expect perfect spelling or grammar. ]

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[dedoink]

[ Grog follows along, scratching the top of his bald head in idle thought. ]

Mmm... I'm not so good with numbers. Prob'ly about the same.

[ He doesn't have much concept of how long ago six months would've been. It's hard, when he doesn't really know what six of anything is. ]

You got a nice castle, though. It's good that they got these places around for folks.

[wildwarden]

You can thank Red Son for that. He paid the shards for damn near everything here, and half the heating is just from him existing. ( Which was nice when it was too cold to go outside.

She scooted into the kitchen and grabbed two mugs. On the counter was some meal Red Son must have made and left for others to partake in. ) You hungry? It's probably spicy as fuck, but usually edible.

[dedoink]

[ Grog sets one of the bottles down on the counter and uncorks the other one, pouring it out into the two mugs. He shoots a glance over at the food, looking intrigued. ]

I could eat. Spiciness never bothered me none.

[wildwarden]

( It's some manner of noodle with vegetables and an orange tinged sauce, and a handful of steamed buns that look to still be actually steaming. She goes about quickly making two bowls, plopping a bun on top. )

I bet the shit Red Son actually eats would. It's hotter than the sun. Here. ( She handed him a bowl. ) Trade you. ( and took a mug in turn, leaving the bottles on the counter to meander toward the table and kick a chair out for Grog first. She sat down after.)

So, Grog. Besides drinking. What do you do for fun?

[dedoink]

Ooh? [ Grog's intrigued by the sound of something that spicy. He sits, grabbing the bun off the top of his bowl and gesticulating with it a bit while he talks. ]

I drink, I fight. I like to go to the house of lady favors, if ya know what I mean. But there ain't much o' those around here. [ He looks at the bun, licking his lips as he prepares to take a bite. ] Me'n my pals saved the world once er twice.

[ And then POP! In goes the bun......... Which is indeed Extremely Spicy. It may, in fact, be Too Spicy. But Grog doesn't want to admit it, so he just forcefully swallows, and reaches for his drink with a shaking hand, sweat dripping down his face. ]

[wildwarden]

We really could do with more brothels. If you want a good time though, I'm always available. ( wink.

Night Sky has begun building a tolerance for spice thanks to her time spent with Red Son. That said, she was still wary enough that she only took the smallest of bites. ) You guys heroes or - Oh my gods.

( Bro. buddy. pal. ) Do you... do you need some milk?