A Book

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Title: a book

Author: Vincent

My name is Radicchio. and I am the chef for this town.

Everyday I get the opportunity to master my culinarey delights; if someone doesn't like it, they get what's coming to them. Knifes aren't just for cutting dinner you know, they are for dealing with whiney complainers. That'swhy I need more cheese around here, they need some cheese with their whine - and some poison in their palette.

This one merchant back in my home town called the guards on me when i slamed a rolling pin over his head, and I had to spend a few nights in the Yew Jail! Well, I was pretty mad at the time, but that's when i got to meet Vincent. He was escaping that night, and he thought I would be a prefect fall guy! Well, I sucked up my pride and went with him, however when we were caught I took out three guards with a small knife I found on the table.

Well, its an understatement to say Vincent was impressed with my skills as a warrior, and intrigued with my passion of the culinary arts. He no longer wanted me for fodder, but took me as brethren. We left the jails through the back, then headed for the Yew Moongate in the thick of the night while the fog rolled in from the north. We reached it by morning, and that's when he brought me here.

I think it was seven... or maybe eight men, that died the first month. They mistakenly took me for a servent or prisoner of Vincent's and badmouthed me over my cooking. That afternoon I went into the swamps, andgot enough nightshade, and made a special blend of some Apple Pie. I gave it to them as to "make amends" for which they laughed yet scarffed it down. The room wasn't laughing as I dragged several dad men out to the swamps.

I remember to this day their look on their face, the way they turned to Vincent, and he just smiled and said,"My compliments to the chef" Today I saw an Evil mage, just like the one from where I used to live come in. Vincent and the mage sat at the table, looking for some stone device. I went to ask what it was, and Vincent was proud to show me a magic door -apparently it is some sort of home security device that works by vocal passwords. However, the issue was that the mage needed to rest some password that turns on the device, and wanted Vincent to decide. Well, Vincent didn't know, he was all sorts of angry that he could not pick all ten words himself, so he would settle for eight.

Since we were all men, I suggested some lady we could all agree one and never forget. The mage loved the idea, and told Vincent about his old flame that he works with. Less than a minute, the door was fixed, Vincent was off, and the Mage left with more money I could ever imagine to see.