*seeing that the wench was put through a certain kind of annoyance that may be troublesome to the next few customers Galad does his best to sound polite after the tiresome bashing of undead*
M'Lady, my apologies for waking you up.*his eyes light up as he sees the plate and a bos-like growl of satisfaction is heard* Mmmrmhm, Borsky? Brilliant, my favorite!! And you thought of it without me telling you! Wonderful! It makes the waiting worth after all..
*Galad gives Fleur a large tip, probably double the price of the meals*
*The hungry and thirsty warrior starts battling the ant legs, while fending off an attack from the Borsky*
*He glances worried at Fleur, who is now leaving the place with tiny whirlwinds of dust in her wake*
*..then looks in the direction of what seems to be the mysterious inner sanctum kitchen of Cerbie's Grill in the hope that another wench will appear from there for Galad's next order*
"Caraoke is a song, sung by male forest ogres, trying to attract female ones before marrying them" ~ Myself, as a newcomer, quickly adjusting to the Valornian ways