Situated on the third floor, a homey tavern made its place on the outskirts of the safe zone. The building was comprised of two buildings in total. A short bridge connected the two, making traversing between them a breeze. In the second building, food stuffs and ingredients were stored when there was an excess that the chef didn't want to deal with. The Crooked Crown was open to all, but Player Killing was not to be tolerated.
The chef spends most of his time standing in front of
Winik stomped down the stairs from his room, his nose buried in the manual he had bought off of an info broker. "If you add Ula Fish Bone with a variety of other mixtures it effects the flavor engine's salt receptors, eh? Might as well try it out." He threw on his chef's coat and swiped his mortar and pestle off of a counter top. He set up shop at his prep station and placed a few Ula Fish Bones in the mortar. Taking sprigs of holly herbs from a higher floor, he began grinding them down with