One that will change the course of my life forever. “I get compliments on my blow jobs all the time, you don’t see me bragging,” she says. That’s life under the Supreme Chancellors rule. She’s got dark black hair tied up in a ponytail. The smell of charred coal and melted metal fill the air. Plus, you’re quite good on the eyes. I guess I’m just too predictable. I could also take the Patron’s offer and become her personal chef. He’d been cooking for as long as the place had been open. “Yes, that does indeed seem to be the case. Of course, I wouldn’t know, I’ve never got a chance to sample it. Ever since the High Council established the law making it so you had to have a license to use magic, only the wealthy can afford it. The headmaster of the inn pulls me aside before the supper rush. “That Par Du Pupond is the best thing I’ve ever tasted.
