Stone's Throw

[Charon Tethras]

"He's not going to feed us rocks, Dil!" says Charon, exasperated. 

[Diligence]

"But what if --"

[Charon Tethras]

"DIL."

[Father Lelldorin]

Calling on decades of experience and practice, Lelldorin just barely manages to avoid laughing at the byplay. "I assure you that all the meals served at the temple are, at the least, intended to be both edible and healthy. As tasty as possible as well. If there's a meal served that doesn't have enough items you can enjoy, then please let one of the cooks on duty know and they'll do what they can to correct the issue."

[Charon Tethras]

"An' you'll let us eat for free?"

[Father Lelldorin]

"Food is free," Lelldorin confirms with a nod. "The city pays the costs for breakfast and the bulk of the costs for lunch, then donations cover the rest of lunch and dinner. Well, some comes from our small garden, chicken coop and T's hunting."

[Charon Tethras]

"You might see a lot of us for a bit," he admits. 

[Father Lelldorin]

"I would hope so," Lelldorin says with faint amusement, "given that you've agreed to work here and you've lessons atop that as well." It's clear he realizes Charon meant the trio would need to partake of the free meals, but it's just as clear he's allowing the matter to quietly step to the side for their pride.

[GamesMaster]

As the Dog looks up, Joy glances out the window; she shrugs, however, seeing nothing particularly out of the ordinary, just a robed figure heading past them with his hood up. 

The figure, however, is Dreas, heading to Coalside to find the home of his new friends. 

They turn out to live in a four-story building that is both tall and narrow, only a couple rooms wide. He can hear music coming from inside as he knocks, though it doesn't stop when Pip answers the door, sweating a little from exertion. "Oh! Our friend from the other day. Hello! Come in!"

[Andreas Amell]

Feeling silly, nervous and excited, Dreas quickly ducks into the house. He throws a totally relaxed and perfectly normal look at the streets behind him before quickly shutting the door of someone else's house. "Right, yes, hello again," he finally says with a note of relief in his voice, hood still hiding his face in shadows. 

And... and why does he have a long, curled mustache hanging on his upper lip like a ferret's tail?

[GamesMaster]

"Your facial hair appears to be trying to escape," Pip points out, with a grin. "I believe Cameron was baking, shall we see if there's cakes for our tea?"

[Andreas Amell]

"My--" Flushing under the thin fur on his face, Andreas reaches up to snatch the fake hair off. Then yelps because it's glued to his damn lip.

[GamesMaster]

Pip pretends not to notice, heading towards the open kitchen instead. "Oy! Got anything for tea, then?"

Cameron rolls their eyes. "Greedy guts. Here, I've got scones you can have. They're yesterday's. Today's is for dessert tonight."

[Andreas Amell]

Eyes watering a bit, Andreas tucks the make-shift disguise he'd throw together into his pocket as he follows after the merciful Pip. "I brought--" He pauses to wince, twisting his lips briefly as if to shake the pain off them, "-- something of a thank you gift, for hosting me." So saying, he pushes his cloak aside so he can offer a rucksack hidden underneath. "I remembered you mentioning you're all, ah, following elven dietary restrictions, so I swung by a fruit seller a friend recommended," he finishes. Hopefully they all like at least one of the types of apples, berries and melons I grabbed, he thinks nervously about the two gold's worth of fruit.

[GamesMaster]

"Lovely!" says Pip, admiring the contents as they peer into the bag. "Shall I call the others and we can share the bounty?"