Kingcup

Kingcup Haargan Plaguedra

Very limited vision. Navigates by scent, the use of a bone cane, and the aide of his familiar.

Kingcup runs a small bakery that serves traditional plague cuisine. Despite having opened up shop in Light territory, it's become a popular spot with the locals due to Kingcup's lovingly scrupulous nature. When he's around, food never gets thrown out or wasted, he will find it and use it in his own cooking. A little mold never hurt anyone--it adds flavor! His customer base is mostly those looking for a warm bowlful of home as a break from the frigid climate. It's also quite popular as an outing for those daring (or foolish) enough to test the limits of their constitution, often with disastrous results. He isn't offended by the inability to keep his cooking down, but he is tired of having to send for a medic and bring out a mop whenever a new customer rolls in.

His specialties are soups, stews, and fresh bread from a starter that traveled with him all the way from the Wyrmwound. He tends to it with a clear reverence and love--even curling up with its container in his claws when its time to sleep.

He's more than happy to converse with patrons, and will regale them with tales of the time he met the Bringer of Rot herself. In general, his thoughts tend to reside in the past. He refuses to talk about what drove him to leave the territory of his birth element.

EXCERPT OF OFFICIAL MENU:

Rancid old meat

Rotten egg salad

Week old glass of milk

Mucus Soup

Moldy leftovers

Bucket full o' goo

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Bought for 25kt, father is an earth primal. Removed primary gene.