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[b][color=01F0FF]Time:[/color][/b] Morning
[b][color=01F0FF]Location:[/color][/b] Southwest of Roshmi City
[b][color=01F0FF]Interactions:[/color][/b] Rue[@Potter], Bardulf[@Lava Alckon], Bridgette[@Tae], Mister Luum[@FunnyGuy], and Zeva[@Pink Khione]
[b][color=01F0FF]Equipment:[/color][/b][url=https://www.dndbeyond.com/avatars/thumbnails/7/223/1000/1000/636284734857745454.jpeg]Sword[/url], hunting knife, a backpack with supplies, and a stoat named Raze who naps in the pocket of his vest. 
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[color=01F0FF]“Lose a wing huh? I think I’d rather lose a leg, flying beats running any day.”[/color] Bowyn teased as he walked alongside Rue. [color=01F0FF]“But I guess we’ll have to settle for not losing Bardulf, wouldn’t to run out of limbs to gamble with too early.”[/color] He added with a small smile as he looked over the options at the small bakery. Honey toast was the cheapest option and that made his choice easy. 

The peaceful break for a snack was soon broken by Mister Luum shouting about ears. Zeva’s ears. An outburst that seemed to come out of nowhere but considering the source it wasn’t surprising either. Bowyn looked at Luum, then at Zeva, and shrugged. [color=01F0FF]“You do have big ears.”[/color] He said in a neutral tone, neither an insult nor a compliment. He wondered for a moment if large ears meant better hearing before it was his turn to order. 

[color=01F0FF]“Two honeyed toast.”[/color] He paused, his stomach growled;  he was definitely hungrier than two slices of toast. “And an alaberry custard.” He added after another moment of thought. He thanked the baked and stepped aside so Bardulf could order. 

Once he got his food, Bowyn held the small bowl of custard in one hand and cupped his other hand over the top. It was too hot in Roshmi, it was too hot just about anywhere south of home. As he thought about his village, about the crisp air and near-constant blanketing of snow, he felt the familiar chill of his frost magic. First, his hands and his fingers felt cold, then the bowl he held felt cold as well, until finally, the custard started to freeze. Now, far more satisfied with his order he grabbed the plate of honeyed toast off the counter. Honeyed toast and frozen alaberry custard, now that was a proper breakfast treat. [/color]

[center][color=red] -6 amas for food [/color][/center]