[hr][hr]
[center]
[img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/01989952-34dd-77e2-88e8-b6226c136e67.webp[/img]
[hr]
[color=5b8a9a]Location:[/color] The Feasting Hall
[color=5b8a9a]Grimore:[/color] N/A
[color=5b8a9a]Skills:[/color] N/A
[/center]
[hr][hr]

He regretted opening his mouth. 

The deluge of information spewing from Jake's mouth felt like someone shining a light in his eyes: meaningless but overwhelming. People did not speak to him in such aggressive bursts, even Cal kept their conversations calm and on point with thoughtful, considerate insight when they weren't flirting, but Jake just said anything that came to mind. Nicholas checked out of the conversation after the first few sentences and an attempt to involve him in some strange calming ritual that he desired to have no part in. He patted Jake on the head as he finished up his story and turned his attention to the mystery meat everyone seemed so enthralled in. 

Nicholas cut a piece off and took a bite, rolling it around his tongue to get the flavors. Finley was correct - it tasted like it had been hunted fresh. Nicholas shrugged and continued. It was not unlike the food from simpler times, before the age of refrigeration allowed for fatty animals to be slaughtered en masse and shipped around the world, when you ate what was local or you starved. He took a sip of his stout to wash down his meal and sighed at the news a head was found. He glanced at his twin, sending a thought across their link. 

[color=5b8a9a][i]I knew we should have abandoned this place when we could.[/i][/color] There was a contemplative pause. [color=5b8a9a][i]But perhaps, an opportunity. We have yet to gain a favor from Connie.[/i][/color] 

[color=5b8a9a]“My brother is playing a poor joke. He is speaking to you.”[/color] Nicholas grabbed Jake's hand, where he was waving it aggressively at anyone he could, and held it under the table. [color=5b8a9a]"Practice your breathing exercise and settle down. In fact, I believe Willow could use it as well. She seems particularly anxious again.”[/color] Nicholas nodded towards the moth girl. She'd been a nervous wreck since the library; Nicholas wasn't particularly knowledgeable in the Sight but what little divination he'd attempted early in his life was exhausting and he had no doubt she was overwhelmed with the ghosts that lingered in these halls. 

[color=5b8a9a]“I have not seen them hunt during my outings into our woods nor have I seen signs of traps.”[/color] Nicholas offered in response to Finley.