Mama Borre

“Now, what’d I tell you about tasting my glumbâ before it’s finished?” Cassian grins and raises an eyebrow, leaning against one of the tables. “Never get caught?” “Boy, ima ‘bout to send you back to the Maker.” The old elf starts swinging her spoon and Cassian jumps back, laughing his ass off. You cough in your hand, the smell of spices drying up your throat and Mama Borre halts her spoon whacking. “Ah, this another one of your friends for my glumbâ?”