[ Bariyan manages his task without much trouble until it comes to the salt and pepper, at which point he weighs the shakers in his hands and squints at them. Not really sure what as you will means... damn his missing sense of taste.
He goes for moderation, light on the salt, just a little heavier on the pepper. Better to err on the side of caution.
He keeps listening, perking up a little and watching Koltira out of the corner of his eye. Family was practically all Martin could talk about, whenever he spoke of home, but he doesn't recall Koltira having ever discussed his family.
As for Bariyan's own -- well, that was a matter best left in the past. ]
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He goes for moderation, light on the salt, just a little heavier on the pepper. Better to err on the side of caution.
He keeps listening, perking up a little and watching Koltira out of the corner of his eye. Family was practically all Martin could talk about, whenever he spoke of home, but he doesn't recall Koltira having ever discussed his family.
As for Bariyan's own -- well, that was a matter best left in the past. ]