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[b][color=5e92e6]Time:[/color][/b] Morning
[b][color=5e92e6]Location:[/color][/b] River Port
[b][color=5e92e6]Interactions:[/color][/b] Malachi [@princess] Zion [@Helo] Jun [@jj doe] Kenia [@Tae]
[b][color=5e92e6]Mentions:[/color][/b]
[b][color=5e92e6]Equipment: [/color][/b] Magical Grimoire

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Enstille's skin crawled as attention was on him for a moment. No, no, no, he's not interesting, don't look at him. Luckily, the woman at the door seems to be more interesting at the moment. He turns and exits into the kitchen, scooping up some meat and eggs as Malachi so eloquently put it. Finding a corner with a small stool, he took a seat, resting the plate on his knees before realizing that he did not grab a fork. Hanging his head he stands and goes over, grabbing a fork. Who is this woman that has suddenly appeared and maybe knows Malachi? Either way, she is being [i]way[/i] too friendly for someone he's never met. Upon seating himself once again, he realizes he doesn't have his plate. 

Around this time, the Human enters with panic in his eyes. Enstille knows that look. He reaches in his pocket and grabs a ginger candy. Walking to the table, he makes sure not to get too close. Better to not spook the Human. He places the candy on the table an unstartling distance away from the human. After a moment, he realizes it is not close enough to be in his area of attention so he pokes it to push it. Alas, still not close enough. He pokes it again and it rattles closer. 

[color=90b7f5]"This helps."[/color] He barely croaks out. First words he's spoken today and they barely escape. He clears his throat and tries again, [color=90b7f5]"THIS HELPS"[/color] 

Oh no. Enstille's face goes pale. Too loud this time. Quickly, he returns to his stool in the corner suddenly becoming aware of the fork in his hand. Why was he holding a fork? The noise of the others entering the kitchen now snaps him out of his thoughts as he looks up. BREAKFAST! Thats why he has the fork! He looks around his stool and does not see the plate but is sure it was somewhere here. Standing, he begins to search. Eventually he finds it but is startled by the woman who has for some reason entered the house. She greets him kindly but all he can manage is [color=90b7f5]"Hhhngh amma eeee"[/color] Horrified, he grabs his plate and sprints to his seat once more. 

Time to eat. Eeew there's onions in the eggs, he better pick them out before eating. After the 3rd or 4th onion he's grabbed with his fingers, cringing at the slimy feeling of each, he recalls forks are better suited for this task. He looks up and to his chagrin, his fork is on the table.... Now surrounded by the loud ones and the new lady.......