From diagonally across the table Lauk watched the dressed human seat herself down, greeting him and all the others. Except for Aurix, whom she clearly disliked. He chuckled a bit at this, not caring about the propriety. Besides, he still found it odd how all those humans, elves and the like covered up their bodies. He certainly didn't think there was a need for anything like that, but then, he had a proper shell, so...

He sipped his mead, only vaguely paying attention to the conversation at hand. The important bits weren't in yet and he [i]did[/i] have some interesting magical formulae to think about... Something about fireballs was just [i]fascinating[/i]... Sniffing the air, he scented cheese, which brought to life the memories of its unnatural role in this world. He had been told that that wasn't true, but how could [i]they[/i] be certain? It certainly tasted wrong. There was certainly something satisfying about burning it all away. That last thought was accompanied by a few subtle tendrils of fire wandering across the fingers of his hand. Not enough to be considered a firebolt, let alone a fireball, but the potential was there.