[CENTER][h1][color=brown]Brutrumukk[/color][/h1][/CENTER]

The sight of Tsu casting her spell on the pot of soil caused Brutrumukk to pause in his eating and watch intently as the seed within the pot grew into a bell pepper over the course of six seconds. As the innkeeper turned to address Gabriel's inquiry, Brutrumukk got up from his seat and walked over to where the bell pepper was. Druidcraft. Brutrumukk recognized the spell. He knew it well. It was a spell his mother knew. She tended to use it more for its weather prediction and fire making than its plant growing, but even so, Brutrumukk hadn't seen that spell since he'd last seen his mother cast it. Seeing it again now... it made him feel strange.

Brutrumukk was pulled from his thoughts suddenly when Zavakri brought up the specifics of metabolism. [color=brown]"Met a bowl-ism?"[/color] Brutrumukk asked in a confused manner once Zavakri was done talking. After a moment, Brutrumukk just shrugged his shoulders at that. [color=brown]"Book people say the weirdest things sometimes."[/color] Brutrumukk cast one final glance back at the bell pepper before turning away from it, walking back to his chair, sitting down, and finishing his bowl of stew.

[color=brown]"All that talk o' rabbits just now 'as me thinkin' about that lot what we met by the bridge"[/color] Brutrumukk brought up to everyone present as he pushed his bowl away and pilled his plate of pie closer. [color=brown]"They wanted our memories of the best thing what someone ever gave each of us, yeah? We stopped 'em from doin' that, but now it's got me wonderin'... What [i]is[/i] the best thing what someone's given each of us?"[/color]