Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20190905141956/@comment-5543592-20190908194332

"Food already?" Scaldor came down the deck, grinning wide. Sometimes in Valenwood he wouldn't eat a solid meal for days. No meal tasted as good as when you couldn't remember your last. And the amount of drool one's mouth could create had never ceased to amaze him.

"What's on the menu?" He asked, heading down the stairs, towards the galley.

Nyasia, too, made her way there, Baldr in tow.