10-06-2016, 07:36 PM
Dwiin catches the onion and puts it on a nearby tree stump, "Brunoise it is then." He cuts the onion in half, lengthwise, then again, across the onion this time, he removes the first two layers of the onion then makes several incisions, afterwards he chops the onion, providing a uniform and consistent dice of onion. He puts the root of the onion with the skin of the onion, he then slides his knife across the stump, pushing the diced onion into a nearby pot. He hands the pot to Melody, "Brunoise, as requested... or diced, if you don't like speaking high elven." Dwiin smiles as his knife dissipates.
OOG: Trevor Smith
A relatively young high elf in a dark tabard, carrying a long sword.
He can occasionally be seen carrying a magic shield, or having a very shiny colander nearby.
A relatively young high elf in a dark tabard, carrying a long sword.
He can occasionally be seen carrying a magic shield, or having a very shiny colander nearby.

