[center][img]https://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjcyLjAwMDAwMC5UM05qWVhJLC4w/canterbury.regular.png[/img][/center] [hr] Before the large woman could give her answer, their phalanx approached the table and greeted them with a faint smirk that disappeared just as quickly as it appeared before taking a seat with them. [color=orange]"I'm fine for the most part, Argen. Also, it's good to see that you too are alive and well."[/color] Renauld soon followed afterward but seemed not in the talking mood. Not a moment later, their youngest member made her appearance and take note of the empty table. [color=orange]"Ah, you are mistaken Katya. Other than Ettamri, I don't think we have eaten for the day yet...well I'm at least sure that I haven't eaten."[/color] It was not that Oscar didn't want to eat, it was that he didn't have the appetite to eat despite the wonderful aroma of freshly baked bread and the smell of the soup. Perhaps his memory of eating raw horse was putting him off? None the less, he observed their little priest walk to the line for the soup and bread after her stomach audibly growled. The ranger could not help but smile at the exchange between the two and outright laughed as soon as the lady called Katya 'washboard'. He felt much better now after having a good laugh. She sat between him and Ettamri and prayed to the god of sunlight before relishing her meal. She paused for a moment to ask where Muu was. [color=orange]"Your guess is as good as mine, but I'm hoping that she is fine...Is the fiend knight still asleep?"[/color] He turns his head to face the girl and exhaled through his nose as an expression of his surprise and amusement. The priestess had her cheeks filled with food and bits of bread crumbs littered her mouth. Even if she acted mature, deep down she couldn't deny the fact that she was still a child. Oz raised a gloved hand, ready to wipe away the crumbs of her mouth, but hesitated. He couldn't remember his nightmare from last night but a feeling, deep down in his gut, was telling him not to. As if it was his instincts warning him that if he touches her, he'd hurt her. He lowers his hand and stands from his seat from the table. [color=orange]"Well no point in pondering. I'll go ask around and look for her. I'll come back as soon as I find answers."[/color] He then begins to walk away from the table and back to the hallway, asking whoever he encounters if they knew where the blade dancer was being kept then asking for directions. [hider=Inventory] [list] [*]Bow +1 x1 [*]Quiver (20 Broad Head Arrows) x1 [*]Arrow Bundle (9 Bodkin Arrows) x1 [*]Trusty Machete x1 [*]Hunting Attire and Cloak x1 [*]Wide Brimmed Hat x1 [*]Durable Backpack[list][*] Sleeping Roll x1 [*] Mess Kit x1 [*] Tinderbox x1 [*] Water Skin x1 [*] Dried Rations x7 [*] Coil of Rope (60ft) x1 [*] Small Hooded Lantern x1 [*] Spool of Fishing Line (150ft) x1 [/list] [*]Coin Pouch (3 sp, 3 cp) [*]Dagger x1 [*]Goblin Ears x3 [*]Small Pelt (Unidentified) x1 [*]Raw Meat x1 [*]Abom Pelt x3 [/list] [/hider]