Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150126212201/@comment-5543592-20150201045613

The healer nodded, then raised her voice. "Ferdinand, where's my shitting food!?"

A short and stocky Breton turned into the med-bay with a tray of something that looked decent enough and a fat bottle of watered down wine. "Here, dearest." He droned sarcastically.

"Put it on the cot, and then show this nice girl to a room."

"Of course." He did so, and then waved for Daly to follow him as he exited the med-bay. "Follow me, miss."

He lead her to her quarters, consisting of only a better and several other pieces of furniture, but it looked like the more decorative options were up to her.

"Here's your quarters, please don't scortch anything permeantly." Out of no where Bolts scuttled by, zapping electricity about. He was most likely in the process of fixing something. "And watch out for the spider.  He's got an attitude."

With that, Ferdinand was off.