A type of desert prepared for festivals by most commoners across the Spoke. Typically dipped in honey or fruity sauces. Known for its dense consistency in contrast to the fluffier cakes for prepared for noble houses.
"Are these... Grapes?" Gumue asked as she tried to identify the flowers. "Indeed! You must be quite the drinker!" Poso chuckled as she steered her iguana around the dirt road which snaked about the fields despite the level ground.
After a few moments, the quartermaster returned with a chest and a key. Placing it on his side of the counter, he unlocked it and withdrew from it two bronze badges. "You're in luck... We just have two left," he spoke as he placed the two badges on the counter and shifted it towards the three.
As Domel considered what to do, he was reminded of a similar situation several revolutions. As in his previous dispatch, he was Lancebearer for the Old Knight Oad, and they were led by the Commander Lord Hirmvird, and he surveyed the foggy battlefield of the Scarred Barkswathe which they were certain their foes lay on hiding within.
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