[h3][color=bedded][b][center] Thomas Richard Harrison [/center][/b][/color][/h3]
[center][indent][color=bedded][i]Location:[/i][/color] The Crossed Swords.
[color=bedded][i]Interacting with:[/i][/color] Keystone, Cyneburg, the Ladies (not that Cyneburg isn't a lady...) [/indent][/center]

Manna from the Sky. Like fish in a bowl, being fed flakes of former fish friends, Keystone produced a heavenly bounty of breakfast foodstuffs. Breads carved into bowls by the dagger of Kas, having been baked in the fires of Baator, fill with the eggs of ancient red dragons surely whipped into a golden fluffiness by the rod of seven parts and slowly cooked over the drawn dragon breath of its captured sire, and topped with the finest cheese: Gorgonzola, made from the acids and milk of a gorgon! What a fantastic feast! Or at least something far better than those runny eggs Thomas was glad he passed up on. Yes a few bites of the breadbowls was enough, not quite inhaling his food as quickly as possible, but rather enjoying the moment. A word of thanks before partaking in each burst of cheesy eggy carbs, in appreciating their talented cook. The last group Thomas was in survived on mediocre tavern food, as no one could cook a damn, so tasteless dry pack rations were a thing too. [color=bedded]"Honestly Keystone, --- I've got to learn --- How to cook like this."[/color] A few broken bits between eating, not quite the most polite thing to do, but they were in a sense pressed for time.

[color=bedded]"Oh just the usual, meditation for spellcasting, and made a fool of myself."[/color] A bit of self-deprecating humor peppered in to go with salinity of his meal, not that it needed more flavours. [color=bedded]"Did you go off with Ntaj? I was wondering where he went off too. I sorta took a liking to him. I mean he's the only one that...[/color] A bit of a embarrassed red streaked across the boy's cheek. [color=bedded]"Err, well anyway we should get up there with the rest of the ladies."[/color] Finishing his meal the young sorcerer wandered his way up into where Kyra was waiting, talking to Sana of things surely, and maybe Satilla too. And Thomas ought to remember to pick up his pack from its storage place before they left.

Knocking at the doorframe for politeness' sake, hopefully not to interrupt anything going on, Thomas entreated some entry into this realm of women. [color=bedded]"I've uh, prepared some close-ranged fighter friendly spells today, but they'll leave me temporarily blinded for a about a minute or so, just uh thought I'd tell the people not in direct fray."[/color]