Friday, November 3, 2017

Lammergeier Transport - The Grand Bazaar of Ethra VanDalia

Lammergeier Transport
11 x 14 - Pencil on paper 
© 2017 Christopher Burdett

            You have never truly eaten an egg until you have tasted the velvety decadence that is a freshly cooked Lammergeier egg. It practically melts in the mouth as if it was simply made of butter. Just thinking of its texture and flavor sends my mouth to water. A worldly being's breakfast is not complete without three fired tomatoes, a steamed radish, seven strips of bacon (not too crispy), three shots of whiskey, and a Lammergeier egg served yolk up of course.

I remember fondly that morning in the Bazaar, so many years ago, when I tasted my very first Lammergeier egg. I was so young then and had been an Acolyte for only a few years. My Proctor, Grib Strongcall, took me under his wing, literally, and showed me what I had been missing when it came to eating eggs. I was already an adventurous eater and had tried many delicacies from all over the world, but somehow I had never tasted a Lammergeier egg. In many ways, I was not prepared for it. I found myself drunk from the pleasure that was this egg. Mind you, I had not even tasted whiskey for I was not yet a drinker. Like I said, it was a very long time ago, and I was very young, well, still really just a child. There I sat, feasting on this most intoxicating ambrosia as I listened to the heartbeat of feet, voices, and activity that is the very life's breath of the Bazaar. I was forever changed that morning, and my Proctor knew it too. I could see it in his many eyes that he had forever changed me with this one egg. I have gone on to share that experience with all that served under me over the years. When the time is right, I will sit them down and serve them a Lammergeier egg. As they eat, I look into their eyes and wait for that moment of change, that moment when mind and stomach become one, when they realize they have tasted something purely special. It does not happen with all of them. Some beings find the egg unpalatable, while others refuse to eat due to religious or cultural concerns, or they refuse because they themselves came from an egg. But for those that taste the Lammergeier egg and realize its magnificence, they are forever changed.

It is unfortunate that the price of Lammergeier eggs is so high these days. It seems like each year the price is higher and higher. It is as if the egg mongers are just raising the price to see at which point we will break. Not too mention that it is getting harder and harder to find a merchant who will even carry Lammergeier eggs. Sadly, I can barely afford to have one egg a week. Which is, of course, a great shame. It is the little things that bring such pleasure to life, a fine drink, a good story from an old friend, or a Lammergeier egg. When the joys of life are gone you begin to feel the progress of time and the weight of all those years upon your shoulders. 

All this talk of Lammergeier eggs does stir the mind and the stomach. I think I might be decadent and stop by the egg mongers this afternoon to get an egg to have as my dinner. Wouldn't that be just wicked, a Lammergeier egg for dinner?

Reginald Blatherskite - Anointed Seer of the Impure Husk
(Tangent during a lecture on price fluctuations in the Bazaar’s economy)

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