MorgathosTheRussian
Follower of Sigmar's Holy Path
Aleksandros found the cook to be an odd fellow. Very open about his background, if it was true. He would be better fitted to be a bar brawler than a cook. Nonetheless, he appreciated the man's kindness and compassion. He seemed to be very interested and dedicated to his profession, a trait Aleksandros believed rare and very admirable. The menu that was slapped down in front of him was massive. Half of these foods he had never had or heard of. One thing Tunis lacked was exotic foods. But he resolved to treat himself after a hard few months of campaigning in Europe, and decided on a pint of House Pilsner and an exotic-sounding bird known as Turkey. Following the instructions for summoning waiters, he got the attention of one and told them his order.
While he waited for his order to be processed, he thought about how mighty Ba'al Hammon had multiple residences within this city. He had to stay in them. Such a chance could only come once in a lifetime.
While he waited for his order to be processed, he thought about how mighty Ba'al Hammon had multiple residences within this city. He had to stay in them. Such a chance could only come once in a lifetime.