[Raleigh]
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I have never been a part of a feast the likes of which the dwarves of Caladhburn are throwing, much less the center of attention. All around me drunken dwarves celebrate the death of the apex Mogi-Mogi, drinking fine mead and loading their plates with hunks of Mogi-Mogi meat. I myself find myself enjoying the festivities, poorly singing dwarven songs with Edward drunkenly singing along beside me. I have had Mogi-Mogi a few times in my life at several Manolla festivals and for a long time I didn't think I would taste anything better, until today. It turns out nothing can quite compare to spit roasted hunks of Mogi-Mogi dressed with many herbs such as yale and huiy, with citric juice drizzled on top. Beside the hunks of Ugimah (Dwarvish mountain boar) and Mogi-Mogi, slices of the citric fruit and other strange exotic fruits pile up on platters. Tomorrow Edward and I set off toward the Island of Marney in a new dwarvish two masted schooner, generously gifted to us by Thrak for killing the Mogi-Mogi. So far after two days being away from home I still feel homesick, yet I have hope that it will lessen the longer I am away but I fear it will only grow stronger the further away from home I travel. A tap on my shoulder brings me back from my reverie. It's Edward smiling drunkenly with a tankard of mead in one hand and his other arm wrapped around a nervous looking dwarf.
“This dwaerf wansh to have a talk with you about conjoining a stew? No, that can't be right.” says Ed slurring his words.
“Ah, umm actually I was wondering If I could join your crew sir?” says the portly dwarf.
“It’s not my crew haha, its his.” I say and motion at Edward.
“Oh right yes it is.” Giggles Ed.
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“Sooo, can I join?”
“Ahhh Hmmmmmm, what can you do?” asks Ed.
“I am a cook, I can cook whatever you fellas would like and like most dwarves I can take care of myself.”
“You're a cook?! Did you cook this?”
“Well um I helpe….”
“Did you cook this or not?”
“Ahm, well yes I gue..”
“You’re hired!”
“Why do you wish to come with us? And what is your name?” I ask.
“Oh yea, what he said and once we’ve decided you're coming for sure, move your stuff into the cabin of the schooner.”
“My name is Garfil and I wish to travel with your company across the world or as far as you go, to learn new recipes and to expand my knowledge of the history of this world. I am a member of the dwarvish guild of historians, our goal is to record all of what takes place on Vanya, the leader of my guild has requested that I record what is happening in the north. Since you two happen to be travelling north, I figured I’d try tag along.”
“I think Raleigh and I would be happy to have you onboard Garfil.” Garfil doesn't show it but I can sense him relax like an invisible burden has been lifted off his back.
“Thank you.”
“My name's Raleigh, and that's Edward, our captain.” I say and shake Garfil’s hand.
“Nice to meet the both of you.”
After shaking hands with Edward, Edward proclaims:
“A toast to our new member, to Garfil.”
“GARFIL!!” we shout and smash our tankards together, sloshing mead and juice onto the floor.
Garfil and Edward walk away, arms around each other's shoulders singing happily. I smile and let myself forget the future and enjoy the present.