[ The flair of costumes that Tavernfest has inspired are somehow, on occasion, even more flashy than the genuine period-age folks wandering around in their own clothes although Loki falls somewhere between the two in his shiny horns, toting an authentic accent and a genuine dagger on a hip. Stuck in a corner chatting to one group of folks, it's when he heads over to the bar and squeezes in between those eating and drinking that he notices there are even more newcomers, those he hasn't wheedled or whined his way into buying him a drink yet.
It's becoming a tradition, so he inserts himself beside a bear of a man dressed ... well, dully, and smiles widely. ]
Afternoon, stranger! What's on the menu that you can recommend?
asgardfest!!
It's becoming a tradition, so he inserts himself beside a bear of a man dressed ... well, dully, and smiles widely. ]
Afternoon, stranger! What's on the menu that you can recommend?
[ As if he hasn't tried every dish. ]