Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150307233515/@comment-5543592-20150309214610

"I like my teeth." Noted Perdix. "Thanks." He went to the table grabbing sausage, potatos, several circles of different kinds of pudding, beans, tomatos, eggs, and what appeared to be a goat leg. He brought it all to his own lonesome spot at the edge of one of the long tables and dug in. Perdix bent over his food, like he was afraid someone was going to steal it, and shoveled it into his mouth, like it was his last meal. Because, in his experience, it might very well be for a long time.