Gnomad shambles over to the bar, but this does not appear to be a good moment to ask Mmario about the doedicurus, as he is still fighting the Phoenix dish.."Salmon looks good, though, I'll have some of that."

He helps himself, and looks over towards the fire, where a figure is beating out the flames with one hand, while apparently toasting some sort of sausage-on-a-sword with the other.."He's going to knock over that vat of mulled cider if he isn't careful..better go rescue it, but I'm not touching that sack, it doesn't sound like my kind of sack at all."

The vat smells as though it has been simmering a long time, all spicy, and the fruit has almost disintegrated.."Anyone mind if I freshen this up a little, got something in my pack should do the trick?" he makes for the washroom door.