The healer of this little group was taking stock and enjoying the shade, wishing he could smell the stew that was being prepared by Janramo and Alm.  Atleast they made something liquid this time, he didn't have to eat with his back turned to the group to open up his beak.  [color=green] "Smells good my friends.  Waters behind you."[/color]  He told a bit of a white lie.

He then turned to Allant whom sparked his attention.  His lenses glinting in the sunlight as he leaned forward from his crossed legged sitting position.  [Color=green]"Aww you're no fun Madame Sybille.  Some of us believe in the best case scenario.  To our grand new fortunes Master Allant!  Cheers!" [/color]  His nomenclature for everyone seemed incredibly formal and polite, a strange quirk.  He raises an empty pouch of black powder as if it were a flagon of mead.  He laughed heartedly.  [color=green]"You know what I really need to buy?  A horse.  I swear I'm going to get back problems from this silly thing."[/color]  He smacked his pack.  [Color=green]"Or like a donkey, with a wagon."[/color]  His voice went quieter as he stroked his beak thoughtfully.  [Color=green]"I shall call her... mittens."[/color]

The talk continued, and Pox always happy to keep things exciting.  [color=green]"Do you have that much Master Stephan?"[/color]  He tittered.  [color=green]"Would be in bad form to welsh on a debt.  I for one can pay that, if I can post a bit of collateral."[/color]  He reached into his pack and dug around for a bit before pulling out a large brimmed flask sloshing with a mercury gray inside.  [Color=green]"Skin of the Mountain Oil.  Lovely for dealing with hail storms of arrows and walls of swords for a few hours, and if you just want to know how you'd look if you're made out of rocks.  60 on the open market.  Easy."[/color]  He shoke it as if he was selling it right now.

[@Arthanus][@AtomicNut][@Kafka Komedy]