Home, Sweet Kitchen
The Wyverian landlord shivered slightly in the cold mountain air. He was bundled in a light Anteka coat and fur cap. And while they kept some of the wind off, the articles of clothing were considered inferior to Mafumofu coats, which, the landlord noted were still a little too expensive for his tastes. The old Wyverian looked at the little house he was trying to sale today. He was sure it could fetch him a handsome price, hardly used, fully furnished, prime location… The only problem was that there weren't a lot of folk who were looking to buy. And an empty house made no money. But today held a new spark of hope, a hunter was coming to Pokke Village from a busier settlement. He had heard about the previous local hunter's injury and found it was a better opening than staying where he was. The Wyverian hoped he had a lot of money as this was probably his only chance to lease the house for quite a span. As the landlord mused over this he failed to notice a tall figure walking up to him who had to clear his throat to get his attention.
Borrock was wearing a light armor, pieces of metal coupled with Velicoprey scales, kelbi hides and bullfango pelts. It was tight but flexible and though it offered very little cold resistance Borrock was not shivering. His skin was a tan healthy brown and he had light hazelnut eyes, his hair was hazelnut as well in short cropped style. He looked much too tropical for the snowy mountains.
"Ah, hello, you must be Borrock, pleasure to meet you." The landlord held his hand out in a friendly gesture."
Borrock bent down to shake the Wyverian's hand.
"Pleasure". He said in a smooth baritone. His eyes were kind if his face a little solemn. "Will we be negotiating on the terms of the house then?" He asked going straight to business.
"Oh, yes of course, straight to it then, but first let's get out of this cold shall we."
The old landlord turned to the quaint house in question and pulled out a small brass key, he pressed it to the lock and the wooden door opened. Ushering Borrock in he closed the door behind them. Inside a fire was already crackling warmly under a large black kettle. There were small monster skins lain on the floor, a deep navy blue pillow on top one of them in front of the fire. The fire itself was carefully cordoned off inside a stone pit so it did not send the house a flame. On one side of the room was a large red chest, meant to hold all manner of items and hunter equipment. It was slightly open and empty at the moment. On the other side of the room was a red bookshelf, a few dusty books, some newer looking ones, a candle and a very comfortable looking bed by a large open window.
"Homey, eh?" beamed the landlord. "The last owner left things in almost perfect condition, unfortunately he didn't last very long, poor fellow."
Borrock looked around thoughtfully he seemed pleased but not terribly excited thought the landlord.
"Err, would you like some Sunset Herb Tea? The landlord gestured at the steaming kettle, he had brewed this just for the occasion, a little hospitality made transactions friendlier.
"I'd like that."
"Right, well just follow me, into the kitchen so we can have it there." Said the landlord picking up the kettle.
At the word Kitchen Borrock's face brightened perceptibly and he nodded to the landlord to lead the way, and they went through a small archway.
Inside the room was a good size larger than the first, but it was not a combination of bedroom and sitting room, it was all dedicated to the culinary arts. In the center was a large brown dinner table with a small golden bell on the corner. Behind it was a marvel of a wood stove with five burners, one had a barbeque spit over it. Surrounding the stove and table were baskets of sweet smelling bread, hangings of dried fish and vegetables and herbs, live baby chickens peeped curiously on the floor. On the both sides of the kitchen were great open windows letting in cool mountain air.
The landlord gestured broadly in front of him.
"And here is the kitchen." He exclaimed.
Behind the Wyverian, Borrock was staring mouth slightly agape heart in hand at the marvel of a kitchen he had happened upon. He gazed lovingly at a novelty stove that was in the shape of a monsters head with a pot in the hollowed out center for making stews. To Borrock, who loved with all his heart to cook, it felt as if all his dreams had come true. He swallowed before blurting.
"I'll take it, any price!"