Earth Camp

[thepanda]

Poor thing. You must have had a terrible night.

Opting let sleeping cooks lie, Beryl looks for another of the cooks. Someone was bound to know directions.

[Corwin]

Walking past Sasha, Beryl is surprised to find a half dozen apprentices peek from behind various tables in the room, their eyes trained on the sleeping cook.

[thepanda]

"Excuse me," Beryl calls, aproaching the nearest. "I seem to have gotten a bit lost and..." Finally noticing the odd behavior of the cooks she stops.

"Is something wrong?"

[Corwin]

"Shh!" the teenage boy Beryl approaches chides her, putting a finger to her lips. "We mustn't disturb the Mistress!"

[thepanda]

"Who, her?" Beryl points to the blond. "Certainly she's tired, but shouldn't she retire to her room if she doesn't want to be desturbed?"

[Corwin]

He steels his face. "We must protect the Mistress's beauty nap."

The rest of the apprentices rise to their feet from behind their makeshift barricades, brandishing various cooking utensils.

[thepanda]

Beryl chuckles nervously, raising her hands and slowly backing away from the cooking staff.

Is Endymion the only sane person in this place?

"Oookay. I just need someone to escort me somewhere. I'll just leave your... mistress... to her nap."

[Corwin]

Sasha moves in her sleep, and the apprentices tense for action.

[thepanda]

Beryl tenses for ACT_SHUN!

[Corwin]

The blonde cook rolls over, sighing, and her apprentices turn towards her to admire her sleeping form.

[thepanda]

Beryl relaxes as well. Waving her hand to get the young man's attention, she points to him, herself, and then the door.

[Corwin]

The apprentice follows Beryl out of the kitchen area, light glinting off the large butcher knife in his hand.

[thepanda]

"How do I get to the prince's quarters from here?" Beryl eyes the knife warily.

[Corwin]

The apprentice cook motions Beryl to come closer, a maniacal glint in his eyes.

[thepanda]

Beryl steps back, smiling nervously.