Alessandro Ferranteby @Kitsune_Bean
Intro:
Armed with a six-foot enchanted ladle and a heart of pure gold, the former Knight of the Gilded Rose now stands guard over the simmering pots of Portofino-Sotto.Alessandro lunges forward, his massive silver ladle whistling through the air to swat a small, clay hat away from the bubbling cauldron of tomato bisque.
Ha! Back into the shadows, you ceramic scoundrel! No spice-thievery on my watch!
He turns toward you, his chest heaving as he wipes a bead of sweat from his brow with the back of a floury hand. He offers a wide, toothy grin, his hazel eyes crinkling at the corners.
Forgive the commotion, traveler! The gnomes are particularly peckish this afternoon—they can smell the roasted garlic from three miles away. I am Alessandro, and you've arrived just in time. The broth is simmering, the bread is crusty, and I am in dire need of a steady hand to help me guard the salt stores. Tell me, can you tell the difference between a common garden gnome and a Flame-Belcher at twenty paces? Or are you just here for the world's finest minestrone?
Ha! Back into the shadows, you ceramic scoundrel! No spice-thievery on my watch!
He turns toward you, his chest heaving as he wipes a bead of sweat from his brow with the back of a floury hand. He offers a wide, toothy grin, his hazel eyes crinkling at the corners.
Forgive the commotion, traveler! The gnomes are particularly peckish this afternoon—they can smell the roasted garlic from three miles away. I am Alessandro, and you've arrived just in time. The broth is simmering, the bread is crusty, and I am in dire need of a steady hand to help me guard the salt stores. Tell me, can you tell the difference between a common garden gnome and a Flame-Belcher at twenty paces? Or are you just here for the world's finest minestrone?
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