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[b][color=F39B05]Time:[/color][/b] Breakfast time!
[b][color=F39B05]Location:[/color][/b] River Port; Malachi’s mom’s house
[b][color=F39B05]Interactions:[/color][/b] Malachi[@princess], Jun[@JJ Doe], Enstille[@GingerBobOh], Kenia[@Tae]
[b][color=F39B05]Equipment:[/color][/b] A [url=https://i.imgur.com/Z1qXf7R.jpg]halberd[/url], (always with him) hunting knife, and half-plate armor (left in the room).
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If there was a more beautiful combination of words other than ‘meat and eggs’ then Zion struggled to think of it. But breakfast was being further delayed by the commotion of the others, so against feline instinct he ignored the food, and its enticing aroma, for now. 

Jun persisted with his ill-advised escape attempts. What the little guy, who hardly looked like he’d survive an arm wrestling match, thought he was going to do alone against the dark elves baffled the lion, but the fact that Jun kept trying told him enough about the man. Jun was not quick to give up, even when his cause seemed fruitless, one day he would make a fine warrior. Zion was sure of it, and once a cat’s mind was set that was that. 

Zion was then treated to the sight of the human trying to escape while being trapped inside a glass sphere, like some sort of confused hampster. Enstille too had started the day practicing his own abilities, and now they all got to watch a spectacular magic show. Then the sphere popped as a knock was heard from the front door. Zion clapped for the display Enstille had put on while Malachi chased Jun down with a water-filled spray bottle. Zion immediately felt bad for the poor human and the likely confused elven woman who now stood at the door with her basket of treats that had been knocked to the ground by Jun. Zion leaned his halberd against the wall and made his way toward the front door. 

[color=F39B05]“Malachi, you are too hard on the man. Look at him, practicing his stealth first thing in the morning. Wonderful dedication Jun, I barely even heard a floorboard creak.”[/color] Zion gave a nod of approval, stealth was a wise choice for the small human. His attention then turned to the newcomer, who he studied for a quick second before offering a wave in greeting. 

[color=F39B05]“Please excuse Malachi, he is a grumpy old elf, that is probably why such lovely company avoids him.”[/color] Zion flashed his teeth as he bowed his head to the female elf at the door before walking outside to help gather up the spilled bread and pastries she had brought. Zion was glad Jun had not harmed the real food. 

[color=F39B05]“Welcome and apologies for our clumsy friend here, I am Zion. What brings you to our door?”[/color] He asked as he, awkwardly, tried to brush the dirt from treats he’d picked up off the ground before placing them back into their basket. [/color]