A Message from Senshi: Luxurious Flavors and Rare Ingredients

[tisfinished]

This is Senshi.

I’ve recently upgraded the Milk Run for longer journeys and more delicate cargoes, while making contacts and building trust with wholesalers and smugglers across the seas. I’ve been shipping in good, hearty food for you all, but I can do better than that.

Now I can track down luxuries, treats, rarities. Things from home you miss. Carrots, or mom’s carrot cake, to dangle in front of aristos and merchant princes.

So tell me: what kind of rare or luxury ingredients and flavors have you been missing, or that would make you feel right at home? In a month I plan to make a voyage out of it, and see what we can get for the Resistance that the Empire has trouble serving to it’s landed barons.

01: a little help?

[thunderwarden]

[The voice that comes over the Aethernet is deep, gravelly, and distinctive. Anyone who's spoken to him before probably recognizes it immediately.]

Hello, ladies and gents. Cid here, if we've met or if we haven't. Been thinking, lately. Dangerous habit, I know, but something's occurred to me. The magic here's different from what we've got back home, like it's meant to be used by mortal hands. Where the Empire yanked me from, Aether's a beast not meant for use by man, and when we do, it leaves its mark, turns practitioners to stone eventually.

[There's the flick of a lighter and the crackle of tinder as his cigarillo catches and he takes a pull before continuing.]

Back where I come from, there's no cure for it. Slow death, it is, but I ain't at home, am I? I figure, if any group of sodding ne'er-do-wells have an idea on how to undo something like it, it'd be this one.

So, what say you? Anyone want to give it a go? I don't mind being poked or prodded for science. Greagor knows it's happened enough.

And I won't hold a lack of progress against you. Damned enima, this is. Either way, ta, lovelies.