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AN: The prompt for this chapter is 'gluttony'. This is set during Chapter 3 of See Who I Am after Gwen and Riordan runs into Jowan and recruits him. Jowan discovers one of the things that happens to a person when they become a Warden…
Jowan is horrified by the elven mage's table manners...
Mages and Templars and Wardens Oh My!
Chapter 3 – Food, glorious food…
Jowan stared at Gwen. Back in the Tower, the tiny elven woman was able to eat massive amounts of lamb stew without breaking a sweat. But the sight before him…it was like a massacre taking place in front of him.
"Maker's breath, Gwen!" he finally exclaimed as he put his bowl of stew on the table. "Are you that starved?" He heard a low chuckle and turned his gaze over at the Grey Warden with them.
"Easy now, lad," Riordan chuckled, his eyes crinkling in amusement as the silver haired mage dug into a plate of roast chicken and seasoned vegetables. "This is just…let's just say that it's a Grey Warden thing."
The former blood mage sighed in exasperation as he began eating his stew. "At least back in the Tower, Gwen still had some table manners," he muttered as he waved a barmaid over to refill his mug of ale. He felt like he needed something strong to drink. When the barmaid brought over the drink, Jowan had her leave the bottle on the table.
He took several long drinks from the mug and set it back down, sighing. The three of them had been travelling for a couple of days before taking a break at this inn. Jowan was happy that he would actually get to sleep on a real bed and have a real bath. And a good hot meal was in order as well.
Until he saw his best friend eat like there was no tomorrow. The speed of which she was inhaling her food was terrifying and it made the poor man sick to his stomach. He pushed his bowl of stew away, losing his appetite. He turned his head to talk to Riordan and his eyes went wide. The male Warden was eating almost as fast as Gwen, but with better table manners.
"Food! Glorious food!" Gwen voiced loudly, a look of satisfaction on her face. She picked up a chicken drumstick and held it out in front of Jowan. "Come on, Jowan, eat something. You look a little pale."
I look a little pale because of your horrible table manners, Jowan thought to himself. "Is this…something I have to look forward to when I become a Warden?"
Gwen giggled a little before sticking the chicken leg back on her plate. "Yeah…like Riordan said, it's a Grey Warden thing." She grabbed the chicken leg again and voraciously bit into it, tearing off a chunk of meat.
"So that means you finally get to be a pig like I always suspected you to be."
Jowan looked up and realized that he shouldn't have said anything. The look on Gwen's face was unreadable as she reached over for her sword. "Right now, I am going to take a page from Anders' book," the elf stated calmly as Spellweaver started to crackle with energy. "And I am NOT a pig!"
The apostate stood up quickly, making the chair he was on tumble away quickly. "Uh…there's no need for violence…" A tiny bit of lightning shot out and zapped the brown haired mage in the arm. He yelped loudly and ran out the door, an angry Warden-Commander following him outside.
Riordan sighed as he leaned back in his chair, finishing up the remains of his meal. The barmaid came by and placed a lovely looking cake with white frosting on it. He thanked the woman and dished out a slice for himself. He chuckled and shook his head as he took in a bit, savoring the sugary sweetness.
"Ah…everything is so much better with cake…"
AN: Well, I just had to add in that last bit…An homage to the first chapter…LOL.
Anyway, if anyone has any prompts or whatnot they would like to see, please send me a PM…^_^