The two Wildhammer Dwarf drunks walked over and took a jar of wine each.
"I have to go see what smells so good in the kitchen!" With his hands free, Mez'dra clambered over to the kitchen and peered inside.
Yu Lin Bloodhawk smiled when he saw him. "What took you so long just to fetch some wine?"
"We drank too much last night and practically finished all the wine at my uncle's place. All he had left was some he'd stashed away. He wouldn't give me any, so I quietly took some." Mez'dra called it taking, not stealing.
"Come on, Mez'dra, you're a lord, for goodness' sake. How could you stoop to stealing?" Yu Lin Bloodhawk asked with a laugh.
"It wasn't stealing, it was taking! How can taking wine from my uncle's house count as stealing?" Mez'dra said. "This is the good stuff he's kept hidden for ages. He usually can't even bear to drink it himself, so I only dared take a little."
"All right, Mez'dra. Let's say you're right. You took it; you didn't steal it," Yu Lin Bloodhawk said, unable to suppress a laugh.
"Brother, I never knew you were such a good cook! You really know how to make food," Mez'dra said, sniffing the air.
"It's just a few simple dishes, only in bigger portions. Nothing special. This is the last one. Hey, don't just stand there! Give me a hand."
Yu Lin Bloodhawk dished the food out of the pan onto a plate and set it on the stove for Mez'dra to carry away, then bent down to put out the fire. As he did, he said, "There's a whole pot of bone soup in that big pot, too. Find something to serve it in and take it out!"
"There's more?" Mez'dra glanced at