Graciously accepting the meal Gerhard immediately began stuffing his face. Such a warm aroma, such tender meat! It did not matter that the man had long been undead, he could not possibly go without eating delicious meals like this one. In fact, he recalls himself to be a rather well endowed dabbling chef! Though the accuracy of those memories could easily be brought in question.

	Scanning around the cropping of stone he looks over those of similar circumstance to himself. A young woman with a glazed look in her eyes, one that hid darkness of times immemorial. A man, no, an enigma robed in cloths of yellow hew, paranoid and distrusting. Those robes radiate an odd an chilling aura. A young and honorable prince of the lands known as Balder, seeking to cure this curse, much like Gerhard. Yet another woman of young age, disconnected from the goings on about her. And the frail student of magic, yet another young one.

	Finally placing his clay bowl to the side after cleaning it dry, he drenches out his mustache and speaks speaks solemnly and yet a great amount of trust lies in his words, [color=a187be]"I do not know the lot of you well, but I say from looks about, you're all kind hearted. Why must this curse be so very fair?"[/color] he raises, [color=a187be]"To strike men, women, and children so indiscriminately. Why could it not 'ave taken the firm of body and mind, those who could truly put an end to it."[/color] After a moment of silence he adds, [color=a187be]"That'd be to easy, no?"[/color] Finally he gives a warm smile that sits at home upon his face.