To Far Away Times

[Dracos]

Dracos...knocks.

Dracos

[Rezantis]

There was a terrible ghastly silence.

[Dracos]

Dracos...Knocks twice.

Dracos

[Rezantis]

There was a terrible ghastly noise.

Drac hear's Rez's voice from the other side of the door.  "Enter!"

[Dracos]

Dracos enters.  "Up and at-em, sleeping beauty."

Dracos grinned, glancing around Rez' room.

Dracos

[Rezantis]

"Shut up. Too early in the morning."

[Dracos]

Dracos snickered and in the manner of completely sadistic morning people everywhere, gently opens the window and lets the sunlight make it's presence known.

Dracos

[Rezantis]

Rez is, in fact, awake.

"Bah."

And not that pleased about it, either. He looks like a mess, as is typical for a Rez at this time of day.

[Dracos]

Dracos laughed.  "Ah, at least some things never change, eh?"

Dracos

[Rezantis]

Rez gives Drac a flat look, then stretches and yawns.

"Breakfast first.  Now get out of here while I get dressed and stuff."

[Dracos]

"Sure."  Dracos heads outside and waits.

"Think we should hunt the others down and see what the heck they've been up to?"

Dracos

[Rezantis]

"Mm, sure. In a while," Rez calls through the door, "First up, we have to get breakfast, clean our armour, get some new clothes, head back and see Ekim, and then we can catch up with the others and go information hunting.  Sound fair?"

[Dracos]

"Works for me.  Lead away."

Dracos

[Rezantis]

After getting himself dressed in his gear (and armour), Rez is struck by a thought and checks his pouches, specifically the odd roots he found, which he pulls out and examines, trying to work out what the heck they are.

That done, he heads outside, picks up Drac, and walks off to the food hall.

OOC: Six points of influence into survival for that check?

[Brian]

Your intuition tells you that eating the roots wouldn't kill you.

It also tells you that gnawing on random roots without knowing what they're for is probably a Bad Idea.