“Oh, that would be great! How much?”
Phaeral pulled out his coin pouch and handed over an appropriate amount for one kebab stick for each of his friends.
“I wonder if it tastes like snake,” he mused, remembering the encounter with the giant snake that had nearly did him in. Ashleigh had used her eldritch zaps to fry the snake meat pleasantly.
“Thanks for the advice, Grog. I’ll mention to Teron you recommended him.”
Dino kebabs in hand, he turned to the table and offered one to each of his friends.
“Dinosaur meat!” he told them, grinning. “Not every day you get to eat that, right?”