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.
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.
"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.
The small office of the strategist fell silent for a few moments before there was a knock on the door. "Master Hilse, Recruit Ilding, here to deliver notes on the interrogation of the infiltrators!" "Come in," the seated superior which Domel now knew as Master Hilse spoke, after which the door slid open revealing a short recruit who marched in with stack of parchment bound by cord.
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