[center][h2]Torsten[/h2][/center]

The man listened, and prayed, he had all that he said out into the world, while the couch was an enjoyable place. He did not wish to sleep there, nor did he want to form his armor to him while he slept. It took some time, he was more or less waiting for food in his silent prayers. His hands slowly rested to his lap, "A crate of supplies will only last a short time before we run out, we will likely have to scavange, forage, and hunt for short periods while not near towns. If we wish to negate that, the brute should be able to carry a large sum, if not, we seem to be a well versed group, while I can hunt and forage, I am not sure I can support this size of group. While I think others are those who give and take to the natural ways, I do not wish to make assumptions." 

Though he had made several assumptions on those around him, he did not care to say anything about them, most hedid wish or had ideals of what they were like, and what they could do, there was only one he was certain of, almost two, but he had an ideal. He thought long inhis head as he just listened, and then a smell came in. 

His eyes slowly came in from his, 'meditation.' In that moment he smelled food, it was good food, and he slowly stood from his imprinted seating arrangement and placed his right hand over his chest, with a thick lipped smile, he said, "bless you and this food, for it smells wonderful." he said his head eyes closed once again and his head bowed forward. He plucked a buiscut from the pile, and moved towards Faline.

"All things are a part of a larger picture... It is likely deliberate, but it is likely a larger plan, one where we are just pawns. Every moment we breathe we are being pulled upon by forces seen and unseen, for a long time the air has been gross, fowl in nature. It is an imbalance in the world; we just have to determine if we are fighting fate or being its accomplice."