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Falconair
Username: Stanzascale.
Number of Free Tosses (max. 3/day): 3.
Tosses Purchased: None for now.
Narrowly avoiding a cave-in aside, Salpicar had thoroughly enjoyed his visit to the Ashfall Wastes the festival before last. In the intervening time, every so often he'd made an attempt to apply the basics of forging he'd learnt to create tools of use to the chef. Although he felt he had yet to have the skill to make knives or forks of satisfactory quality, the Pearlcatcher was content with a couple of spoons and a ladle he'd managed to craft.
His efforts had gained the interest of some of the clan's more skilled forgers, who'd found the novelty of his approach of trying to make items useful for cooking amusing, but had offered a few pointers. Perhaps one day he'd make pots and cauldrons he could use.
Part of the appeal of the place, as he happily told the various food vendors about the market, was the daring and panache that the land's cooks put into their work. One such vendor inquired as to Salpicar's history with the molten marauder he'd brought with him.
"Well, you couldn't really say he was cold when we met the Flameforger's before last, could you?" He chuckled, and the marauder gave a slight shake of their head.
"Disinterested for sure. Now I know that he can be quite charming when he has a mind to." At this comment the marauder casually flicked a tiny globule of lava in the direction of Salpicar's facial fur. The Pearlcatcher laughed and stepped aside out of the way of the projectile.
"I suppose we'd best carry on in search of more delights of the Night Market." Salpicar bid the vendor good business and walked on.
"My, don't those bottles look fine!" The Pearlcatcher remarked to his companion when they came across the Ember Toss stall. The marauder had their head in one hand and an elbow resting upon the vessel they carried. Small crafts that were intricate to the point of delicacy weren't the familiar's preference, but the craftsmanship itself could be appreciated.
Noting his companion held a glimmer of of interest, Salpicar went on, "an alternative to candelit suppers or midnight picnics, mmm?" The Shadow dragon then went to queue while the molten marauder lingered to watch.