[center][h1][b][color=00aeef]Chres Sansus[/color][/b][/h1][/center]

Interaction with [@Jerkchicken], [@HokumPocus]


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Chres arched an eyebrow at DB's words, not really knowing the context behind the request. 

Regardless, he nodded and smiled. [color=00aeef]"I'll give them the message."[/color] He said [color=00aeef]"Be sure to grab a bite to eat though. We need you to keep up your strength after all."[/color] 

In Chres's experience, it always paid to have food in the stomach, no matter how little. On the other hand, they were short on food, not to mention had one too many mouths to feed with the addition of one very large mouth. As such, he wasn't about to argue with the man.

Turning his attention back to the bread, he took a bite. Closing his eyes as he chewed. -Blood, dried to a crust. Bruises, purple and black- Chres's eyes shot open. His heart skipped a beat.

[color=#dde0c7]"If the food ever becomes an issue, we could simply form a shared effort and wander down to the markets, right?."[/color] Octavio asked.

[color=#00aeef][i]What?[/i][/color] Chres thought running the words through his head again. [color=#00aeef][i]Right... money. He doesn't want to have to cover all our expenses...[/i][/color]

"Surely, you're not so greedy as to-" The Innkeeper's wife began with more than a hint of annoyance. It was around then that her husband entered the room and swiftly silencing her with a hand on her shoulder.

"Forgive her. These are troubled times my lord." He said. His wife sniffed disapprovingly.

[color=#00aeef]"Troubled times indeed."[/color] Chres said trying to ease the situation. [color=#00aeef]"I'll pitch in what I can, though I'm afraid I'm nearly broke."[/color]