Keeper shoveled the steaming mixture of food on his plate into his mouth as he listened to Kerris's offer to Veep. The clashing palete of sweet, savory, and salt anathema to him. The air, free of the chemicals his kind needed to keep breathing for extended periods, was overwelmingly [i]sweet[/i]. He ate voraciously, keeping his mouth shut as he went. Kerris offered Veep a hunt and to join her on her racing escapades. Interesting.

	Now the warrior priest knew full well the Dagorath siblings were particular with their words, the invitation was not given to him. Though, perhaps as a consequence of his time spent amongst those outside his own enclave, he could not quiet the urge to speak true. He swallowed, before speaking softly. [color=92278f][b]"Ah, the starved spirit of battle..."[/b][/color] He sat up straight with a rictus grin, eyes narrowing on the Darogoth sister, before exualting in that vigorous manner he often did, [color=92278f][b]"I would also enjoy being a part of your righteous hunt."[/b][/color] Keeper then leaned forward slightly, his face at rest and bombastic-warm demeanor taking on a sinister edge, [color=92278f][b]"My home is night, only the Seeker finds Kithil in the dark."[/b][/color] He then leaned back, a warm laugh and a placid warm smile on his face.