|Jamón serrano, tortilla, chicken skewers in sweet chilli sauce.... not your usual mid-game lunch|
The Non-Ork Team..... well, we ere in the West End of Glasgow surrounded by students and ponces so nice fare was available. When our first choice of Lebanese proved unavailable, we instead chose a little tapas cafe and has ourselves the sort of aesthete repast appropriate for Officers, high-ranking clergy and worshippers of a god of pleasure.
We ended up taking about half an hour, leading to much confusion. But we weren't going to let our classy-repast-based culture clash get in the way of resuming our game.
|The generals what aren't me survey the battlefield and prepare to restart proceedings.|