Name: Fleischerei Thornmouth ('A Cut Above the Rest!')
Location: The Market District, Thornmouth (City Center in the Discord)
Type: Butchery
Hours: 8AM-6PM; deliveries available until 8PM
Employees: Arron Fleischer, Tarquinne Lawson; Raali Fleischer (apprenticing)
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Raali Fleischer wrote:
"FLEISCH-erei Thornmouth, a cut above the rest! We've got meat of all kinds if you've got coin! SHARDS, the shards. Right. WE GOT the usuals, your cows, your chickens. But we got the weird stuff too! Kirin chucks! Vulcan gull legs - careful, they're spicy! Badgeel steaks! Uh... bears! And don't worry, if you're busy - I am sure we'll meat again! Huh. Pretty cleaver, right?
"SAY! You look like a tall fella!" The twiggy, purple-haired little elf pointed sharply at a lanky, dark-haired, dark-skinned man in the corner of the butcher shop, one staring down at him from an almost ridiculously gangling height, arms folded, one eyebrow raised at the boy, saying nothing. "What does a two-meter-tall butcher weigh?"
"Meat. Schatz, if you do not tone down the language games, they are going to think I am a father or something." Arron sighed and moved back to the corner, counting up the shards of the day. After a beat, he did start to discreetly take down the stock, too - a task his son Raali was very loudly neglecting.
"A dad. They're dad jokes. Would you say I...didn't make the cut?"
"SAY! You look like a tall fella!" The twiggy, purple-haired little elf pointed sharply at a lanky, dark-haired, dark-skinned man in the corner of the butcher shop, one staring down at him from an almost ridiculously gangling height, arms folded, one eyebrow raised at the boy, saying nothing. "What does a two-meter-tall butcher weigh?"
"Meat. Schatz, if you do not tone down the language games, they are going to think I am a father or something." Arron sighed and moved back to the corner, counting up the shards of the day. After a beat, he did start to discreetly take down the stock, too - a task his son Raali was very loudly neglecting.
"A dad. They're dad jokes. Would you say I...didn't make the cut?"
Navigation: !museum, walk southwest
