Character: Francis Fouquenot
Status: Elbow deep in prep work. 

Francis was still in the process of identifying the taste of the strange disembodied hands when their source revealed itself. A skeletal creature with multiple limbs. His beady eyes would lock on the creature but he would say nothing to it, opting to let his allies do the talking. From what he had gathered this creature was a sort of crypt guard and as such would likely know the location of what they sought, or at least what the others sought. In francis case he had found what it was he sought. Magic. He was a tad ashamed that the answer to his question of culinary excellence was staring him so blatantly in the face. Magic. It had an energized undertone, with earthy notes that may well have been the creatures own ‘seasoning.’ Nonetheless his cold eyes never left the creature even as a smile began to spread. 

His allies were in the process of negotiating with the creature, and francis heard an awful lot of carrot with very little stick, besides that which came from Von Mackstien. So he figured he would help in that regard. Fiddling around in his bag he would produce a pot, add to said pot some water from his canteen and then move about with his water filled receptacle until he found some still smoking debris. A bit of tinder added around the coals, some rocks moved about to form a base and viola, he had the beginnings of a boil. “[color=9e0b0f]Be sure you negotiate in good faith.[/color]” He would say to the creature as he took a seat beside his pot. Giving the skeleton an unblinking stare, even as he fished through his back for something yet to be seen.