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An older Titan, with long white hair and a bushy mustache. He wears regular breeches and tunics, with a spotless white apron. He is usually well mannered and polite to patrons, and reasonably tolerant of roughhousing, as long as it doesn't get too far out of hand. He is an excellent brewer, as his
Elven Tears Ale is the envy of every tavern in Nin and slowly gaining popularity in other lands. His outstanding staff of cooks rapidly serve some of the best food to be found anywhere, and the heaping portions are enough to fill the largest of Titan bellies. He makes every effort to cater to the needs of non-Titan sized customers, using "booster chairs" for the barstools and having a section of the tavern set aside for Human-sized customers. He is strangely close-mouthed about the purpose of the immense cauldron in front of his tavern, only giving a knowing smile and a slight chuckle when asked about it. |
Milestride dedicated his life to public service at an early age,
working in his grandfather's cafe as a bus boy and dishwasher, and later as a cook. Wanderlust hit him in his adolesence and he left Ningrom for Skope's Harbor, offering his services on many merchant vessels and warships as cook. During his tenure with the navy, he sailed the seas of Kragora, seeing every imaginable sight and visiting every port. Nin was marginally involved with the war with the Horde, but Fate led Milestride's vessel being called to assist an Azeroth task force that was ambushed by a pack of Horde juggernaughts. The ensuing battle was the most horrific event in Milestride's life, as he was used to applying his efforts towards putting the most savory dishes possible in front of his fellow sailors, and now he was dragging broken and bleeding shipmates below decks amidst a hail of arrows and flaming pitch. The battle left Milestride's ship a ruined hulk, and the shattered Azeroth fleet was not able to mount a rescue of the oversized Titans. Promising to send help as soon as they reached Skope's Harbor, the Azeroth fleet sailed away, leaving Milestride and his shipmates adrift among the wreckage of the battle. By the time the rescue ships arrived, only Milestride had not succumbed to thirst, wounds, or the denizens of the deep and was so traumatized by the event he could not bring himself to be near any large body of water again. He settled in his home city of Ningrom, and opened his own tavern, practicing his culinary and brewing arts, and heartily welcoming any sailors who venture inland enough to visit. |
