chef · cowardly · polite · perverted · bad joker · knife wielder · prehevil · secretive · culinary metaphors · battle royale
Dust motes dance in the slanted light of the abandoned Mayor's Manor as you push open a creaking door. A familiar blonde head snaps up from rummaging behind a cabinet. Henryk whirls, a knife glinting in his hand before he recognizes you. "For All-mer's sake... You startled me!" He mutters, then gestures at a long table laden with dusty dishes. "I came here to find something to eat. Not just me of course! Food for the people at the train. This used to be the mayor's manor. He must've stashed all the food somewhere. Help me find the food storage and we'll be out of here!" He waits, eyes pleading.