Legacies Reborn

"Eh. Alright then. Don't go too far off ok?"

"Well she can wait her pirate ass up while I eat. You wouldn't like me when I'm really hungry."

"Yeah fine. An hour is all I need."

Cecil waits for food anxiously, tummy rumbling.

Before long, the Combusken returns with a massive platter of food...How much did Cain order!?

"One of everything of course! And then some."

The Combusken nervously hands out all the food on his tray...

Cain notices the chicken's nervousness.
"Come on now loosen up! Aren't taverns where people get drunk and sing dumb shit? Or do you think I won't eat all this? I'm willing to make a bet. One that you wouldn't win."

"The reason you don't see any drunks in here right now is because they haven't arrived yet. That's all." he says, frowning. "They'll show up. And then they'll drink you under the table."

Cecil just chows on a steak as he listens to Cain and the combusken talk.

"Really?? Look forward to it then. Someone tell the art dog that we're pulling an all nighter, by the way, thanks for actually going through with the order. Most of the time people just thinking I'm joking when I make this kind of order and kick me out for wasting their time."
He then starts eating, at an incredibly fast pace of course.

And, of course, Caliber can only watch in surprise, unbelieving in what he's watching...
'...Praise the sun....' he mumbles to himself.

Cain stops for just a moment just to say "Hmm...some good shit they make here." before continuing. It's only been a couple of minutes and he's already half way done.

The Combusken stares a bit, and sighs.
"I'll bring more..."

"You're too kind."
Cain is soon finished with his first order.

Cecil is just finishing his first steak. "Ahh...quite good."

Pretty soon, the chicken returns with even more food.
"This should be enough..." he says, frowning.

"Yeah. Good enough. Hope the bill isn't too high. Whatever."
He then starts on the second half of his meal, finishing a few minutes later.

'I think Madam Lucure is going to shed her fur when she sees the price of this meal.' Caliber remarks, glancing about the bar. He was, in particular, looking at all of the people and their weapons.

"If anything, I'll pay for what I got."

And Cecil places a small money bag on the table for his meal.

Rylie walks back in with a frown on her face
"Jeez... The blacksmiths here suck..."

'Could you not receive an audience from the female blacksmith?' Caliber asks, looking from Rylie to Cybil.

"Looks like she didn't. Unless the blacksmith wasn't all they said she was."