[center][h3][u]Northern Marrenfall, Gybol's Cafe[/u]
[sub]4th of Summer - 11:03 AM[/sub][/h3][/center]

	The old man was mid-slurp when Gybol approached him, but offered a simple not. It was a strange taste to him, something completely alien to his usual eating habits. It reminded him of a time when he could freely indulge in salty foods and sweets, meals that were packed full of unhealthy seasonings. Part of him was curious as to how Gybol had managed to concoct a seasoning so deliciously similar, superior even superior, to salt. But he pushed that thought down immediately, lowered his spoon, and pointed at Gybol's necklace.

	"Where'd you find that, son?"