Mission details here...
The salty smell of the sea... sounded rather romantic for those who had never sailed across the ocean through a storm. That seaside smell, and the sound of waves lapping against the docks brought back a lot of memories for the carrot top. Some parts of her previous life had been on the oceans of Earthland, serving as part of a maritime crew. All those had been left behind, however, and she had now become what the past Levinia would have referred to as a land lubber. Still, she was not complaining. This existence was far better than her past one, even though at times, the call of the sea still came to her heart.
Lavantir Port was an interesting place. No major country had a stake in the running of this town, and she wondered what its leadership was like. Was it a single regent, or an oligarchy, or what people referred to as a democracy? As she stood on the deck of a large regal ship, the Ray Gull, with white sails which always managed to look clean, she peered at the city as it slowly drew closer. It looked like a fine establishment alright, and she wondered for a moment why any of the major countries had not tried taking it over. Maybe it had its secrets that kept every country's hands to themselves. Still, an independent town that had enough power to be a law unto itself seemed to be morally suspect. Then again, maybe she was just seeing too far into things.
In about two hours time, the Ray Gull was moored, and its passengers had been admitted into the town for their various businesses. Levinia was here to do some snooping around. She had received a mission that something fishy (no pun intended) was going on in this seaside town, and she had come to investigate it. It appeared that there was a certain individual who was a cook, and that cook was the cause for a mission such as this. In all honesty, Levie had thought the contract giver mistaken when she read the details of the mission. Taking care of a cook was definitely not a dangerous job, and surely, she was not going to involve herself in a mission that wanted her to take out someone simply because he was the opposition. According to the mission, there was something more to this chef than was readily noticeable.
Already, this master chef had been praised for his cooking, and his skills were even becoming legendary beyond the borders of wherever he worked his magic (no pun intended, again). He had recently moved to Lavantir Port, and that was when she had been approached for help with this mission. It was rumored that this chef had come from lands far beyond Fiore, and everywhere he had been, he left such towns impoverished and decrepit, because they had spent every single jewel eating his food. That was what piqued Levinia's interest. People did not become irresistibly addicted to food. If the rumors about him were true, then he was a danger to Fiore, and needed to be stopped. However, it was prudent not to work on hearsay alone. She had to carry out her research and verify that his food was that dangerous. If indeed he was everything the stories said he was, she would approach him and see what he had to say for himself. There was the possibility that he was such a good cook, but had no idea that his cuisines were causing serious trouble for people. If that was the case, she would try to help him, as well as those addicted to the food, work on something less addictive, or at least, a solution to the addiction. If, however, he intentionally sponsored the addiction, well, she would have to expose his criminal acts and hand him over to the law enforcement agencies.
First, Levinia had to get a bite to eat. An army marched on its stomach, so they said. She found a small, respectable looking roadside restaurant, and sat down to do justice to her hunger. As the waiter came to take her order, she asked, as she looked through the menu: "Which one of these would you recommend? I'm considering something new, but not too outlandish." She had had her fair share of bizarre meals, and she was not really intent on adding another one to the list. How could anyone even want to eat puffer fish eyes in water silk sauce? Yet, there were those who would swear by the stuff, and even more repugnant things that they could afford to put in their mouths. The thought alone almost made her retch.
"Well, Gillardo's Special is the best thing being served today," the waiter replied. Levinia gave him a mildly quizzical look, prompting him to explain why this Gillardo's Special did not fit into the "outlandish" category. "It's some sort of pasta, with a secret ingredient. Nobody knows what it is, but everyone has said it's really good. And the Food Agency approved of the stuff and said it was kosher and all that. It's kind of expensive, though, if you ask me..." he lowered his voice to a little more than a conspiratorial whisper, "... but I'm saving up for it. I'll get my first taste today, if all goes well."
Levinia raised an eyebrow. Wasn't Gillardo the person she was supposed to investigate? This was surely a good place to start. However, she could tell that the waiter didn't know anything beyond what he had just told her, and trying to pry him for further information would be a waste of time. Besides, pasta was usually tame. And if this secret ingredient wasn't some terrible contraption spawned in some infernal mucus, it wouldn't hurt to have a bite.
"Alright. Let me see how this... Gillardo's Special tastes."
The waiter nodded and hurried off, and in about three minutes, a steaming bowl of pasta was set before her. She had to admit, the aroma of the food was almost overwhelming, in a good way. She picked a pair of chopsticks and helped herself to a little. She chewed slowly, her brows creased, as she tested the food, a part of her trying to find something disagreeable with it so that she could at least claim that she was not part of the "everyone" who endorsed the food. She noticed the waiter watching her, expectant to see what her reaction would be to the meal.
She swallowed the food in her mouth, and didn't know when she blurted out: "Oh my! This stuff is pretty good."
Instantly, her cheeks flushed slightly. Did she just nearly shout that out loud? Food had never had such an effect on her, and she was not ready for people anywhere to assume that she was a glutton. But it was really nice. Fortunately, the bowl she had ordered was a small one. Once she ate this, she would take her leave and continue with her investigation.
The salty smell of the sea... sounded rather romantic for those who had never sailed across the ocean through a storm. That seaside smell, and the sound of waves lapping against the docks brought back a lot of memories for the carrot top. Some parts of her previous life had been on the oceans of Earthland, serving as part of a maritime crew. All those had been left behind, however, and she had now become what the past Levinia would have referred to as a land lubber. Still, she was not complaining. This existence was far better than her past one, even though at times, the call of the sea still came to her heart.
Lavantir Port was an interesting place. No major country had a stake in the running of this town, and she wondered what its leadership was like. Was it a single regent, or an oligarchy, or what people referred to as a democracy? As she stood on the deck of a large regal ship, the Ray Gull, with white sails which always managed to look clean, she peered at the city as it slowly drew closer. It looked like a fine establishment alright, and she wondered for a moment why any of the major countries had not tried taking it over. Maybe it had its secrets that kept every country's hands to themselves. Still, an independent town that had enough power to be a law unto itself seemed to be morally suspect. Then again, maybe she was just seeing too far into things.
In about two hours time, the Ray Gull was moored, and its passengers had been admitted into the town for their various businesses. Levinia was here to do some snooping around. She had received a mission that something fishy (no pun intended) was going on in this seaside town, and she had come to investigate it. It appeared that there was a certain individual who was a cook, and that cook was the cause for a mission such as this. In all honesty, Levie had thought the contract giver mistaken when she read the details of the mission. Taking care of a cook was definitely not a dangerous job, and surely, she was not going to involve herself in a mission that wanted her to take out someone simply because he was the opposition. According to the mission, there was something more to this chef than was readily noticeable.
Already, this master chef had been praised for his cooking, and his skills were even becoming legendary beyond the borders of wherever he worked his magic (no pun intended, again). He had recently moved to Lavantir Port, and that was when she had been approached for help with this mission. It was rumored that this chef had come from lands far beyond Fiore, and everywhere he had been, he left such towns impoverished and decrepit, because they had spent every single jewel eating his food. That was what piqued Levinia's interest. People did not become irresistibly addicted to food. If the rumors about him were true, then he was a danger to Fiore, and needed to be stopped. However, it was prudent not to work on hearsay alone. She had to carry out her research and verify that his food was that dangerous. If indeed he was everything the stories said he was, she would approach him and see what he had to say for himself. There was the possibility that he was such a good cook, but had no idea that his cuisines were causing serious trouble for people. If that was the case, she would try to help him, as well as those addicted to the food, work on something less addictive, or at least, a solution to the addiction. If, however, he intentionally sponsored the addiction, well, she would have to expose his criminal acts and hand him over to the law enforcement agencies.
First, Levinia had to get a bite to eat. An army marched on its stomach, so they said. She found a small, respectable looking roadside restaurant, and sat down to do justice to her hunger. As the waiter came to take her order, she asked, as she looked through the menu: "Which one of these would you recommend? I'm considering something new, but not too outlandish." She had had her fair share of bizarre meals, and she was not really intent on adding another one to the list. How could anyone even want to eat puffer fish eyes in water silk sauce? Yet, there were those who would swear by the stuff, and even more repugnant things that they could afford to put in their mouths. The thought alone almost made her retch.
"Well, Gillardo's Special is the best thing being served today," the waiter replied. Levinia gave him a mildly quizzical look, prompting him to explain why this Gillardo's Special did not fit into the "outlandish" category. "It's some sort of pasta, with a secret ingredient. Nobody knows what it is, but everyone has said it's really good. And the Food Agency approved of the stuff and said it was kosher and all that. It's kind of expensive, though, if you ask me..." he lowered his voice to a little more than a conspiratorial whisper, "... but I'm saving up for it. I'll get my first taste today, if all goes well."
Levinia raised an eyebrow. Wasn't Gillardo the person she was supposed to investigate? This was surely a good place to start. However, she could tell that the waiter didn't know anything beyond what he had just told her, and trying to pry him for further information would be a waste of time. Besides, pasta was usually tame. And if this secret ingredient wasn't some terrible contraption spawned in some infernal mucus, it wouldn't hurt to have a bite.
"Alright. Let me see how this... Gillardo's Special tastes."
The waiter nodded and hurried off, and in about three minutes, a steaming bowl of pasta was set before her. She had to admit, the aroma of the food was almost overwhelming, in a good way. She picked a pair of chopsticks and helped herself to a little. She chewed slowly, her brows creased, as she tested the food, a part of her trying to find something disagreeable with it so that she could at least claim that she was not part of the "everyone" who endorsed the food. She noticed the waiter watching her, expectant to see what her reaction would be to the meal.
She swallowed the food in her mouth, and didn't know when she blurted out: "Oh my! This stuff is pretty good."
Instantly, her cheeks flushed slightly. Did she just nearly shout that out loud? Food had never had such an effect on her, and she was not ready for people anywhere to assume that she was a glutton. But it was really nice. Fortunately, the bowl she had ordered was a small one. Once she ate this, she would take her leave and continue with her investigation.
WC: 1176
TWC: 1176/10000
TWC: 1176/10000