"Capital, capital! Truth be told, the same goes for most passing through these doors. Broome is a free port, and my humble establishment is a free port within a free port! No rulers or masters within these ships! That is the way!"
The food arrives. Zunden is presented with a large steak of an unknown variety of fish, along with an alcoholic orange and brown concoction called a Sea Leg. A local brew in Broome. Hermodur is presented with a tankard of sweet apple cider and a calamari dish, ostensibly made from kraken. As for Rabi, he receives a hearty mushroom stroganoff and a white wine that packs a powerful punch. Aegis' dish consists of a steaming vegetable, onion and tofu soup. It's quite spicy, as requested. Finally, Silver is presented with a fresh, elaborate seaweed salad, decorated with garnishings, along with the same white wine as Rabi.
Parzival notices Norv not eating. "Not hungry, friend?" he asks, looking over from his own dish: a large seafood platter. "You wound me!" Gawain looks over, mumbles incoherently through a mouthful of roast boar, and offers some of the chips that came with his meal.
"Oh, we're mostly self sufficient around here," he explains to Zunden as lunch begins. "We do get traders coming in now and again, but the sea provides everything we need for the most part. And when we trade, we do it mostly down through the coast or upriver. Not that we try to get involved in others' affairs. Much to the chagrin of that pale little dandy of a dragon…"
Marisol looks over from her pie, intrigued. "You're talking about Lysander?"
"Curse his name, yes," Parzival grumbles. "Pain in all our arses, he is. Keeps trying to get on good terms with us, trying to buy out the whole damned town. But it won't happen! We're independent, and proud of it! We don't need any fancy lords or kings or emperors! He tries anything, we'll run him out of town!" He thumps his fist on the table emphatically. You heaPost too long. Click here to view the full text.