Necromancer's Delusion-Homebrew

Daisy returns with the hero's platter of food, "compliments of the soldiers over at that table" she says as she points to a side table of older men who wear officer uniforms and appear more battle-hardened than the surrounding young soldiers.  As you follow her finger to the location the officers give you each a nod and a raised mug as your gaze meets theirs.

Mucor will grab a couple handfuls of food and quickly shove some into his mouth before smiling towards the table full of soldiers, letting a few crumbs of food fall out of his mouth in the process. "Thhaffmmfff yuuuffff" The minotaur will say aloud through a mouth full of food. After swallowing hard and taking a large swig of ale the druid would look around towards his companions. "So lets go take care of a dragon! not many people can brag that they have taken down a dragon... plus we would be protecting the villagers..." Mucor would say wiping his food and ale covered face. 

Gabriel continues to drink his coffee and glare at the platter of food as if it has done him personal injustice. "It is as good a start as any." 

Mucor, noticing that the food has offended his companion (super observant)... Would tilt his massive head and nudge Garbiel on the shoulder with his massive horn. "Whats the matter friend? You gotta eat don't ya?" He will say with a grin but also some concern in his eyes.

Gabriel raises an eyebrow. "Let those who require earthly nourishment eat. " He replies, returning to his coffee.

"Isn't that you... don't you need food to... not die?" The minotaur will say in between bites of food as crumbs fall from his mouth.

"That remains to be seen. " Gabriel mutters cryptically.

(Lol, I love Mucor's reaction to this situation.)

(lol, Mucor is like the large teddy bear mother hen, always concerned with how people are feeling and nudging them with his horns.. and nosey too lol!)

"Hmmm... I bet you would doe of you stopped esting...  I would probably eat something... Here.. this looks nice.." Mucor would say picking up the biggest juiciest steak on the table and laying it in front of Gabriel. "Now you better est that or Onyx is going to be mad at you for wasting it! besides, if you dont eat you will be too weak to fight the dragon!" the minotaur will say once again as food falls from his mouth. 

With a sigh Gabriel begins to eat, though the food tastes like ashes in his mouth, just another reminder of his otherworldly origin.

(Anybody besides Mucor around?)

(everyone else left, it is a romantic dinner for two lol! a mariachi band pulls up next to our table.. it is kind of awkward :P)

(everyone's at the table sitting in silence as your conversation continues.)

(There mouths are just so full of food they cannot talk... I assume.... I hope... :P)

"Let's kill a dragon then I guess" The words sounded strange to her. "I think I'm going to bed, just relax. I'm tired." She took her leave, paying the innkeeper for a room and ending the day lying down and contemplating the group's actions before going off to sleep. (time of day be damned)

Gabriel retrieves the dagger he found near the altar and examines it for common and arcane traits.

Investigation: 12

Arcana: 19

It appears to be a regular dagger with a jagged edge. The multiple pits, blood stains and signs of resharpening tell a gruesome tale of high usage.  The only engraving you can find is the faint symbol of Vaeril etched into the blade near the hilt.

(So what time is it, If our paladin is going to bed I am trying to decide if Mucor should also or  what :P )

(3:00pm with your recent fighting going to sleep this early won't be an issue.  Despite your rest on the way back, a warm bed beats the outdoors any day.)

Mucor would watch as halfling walked away from the table before grabbing another handful of food and following behind her. "I think I may do the same. Big day tomorrow!" the Minotaur would say with a smile before leaving the table. Mucor would move up the steps and if Yera was already in her room he would knock on her door. "Hey Yera? You mind if I come in?" He would say to the door before moving his head closer to listen for a response. In doing so the minotaur's horn would bang loudly against the wooden door. "Whoops, I uhh, I just wanted to make sure you were OK." He would say in a concerned tone.

The bump of the minotaur's horns against the door jolted her out of a daydream, and the Yera glanced around the room forgetting where she was for a second. After a few moments of thought she gave her response, "Uh... sure" She hadn't known any one of her companions for too long, but the concern Mucor was showing touched her. Moving a chair over to the window, she sat down and stared out across the town. 

Mucor would slowly open the door, lowing his head to avoid his large horns from catching on the door frame before entering the room. After making his way inside he would close the door behind him and sitting at the foot of her bed. The weight of the minotaur would make the bed-frame creek loudly enough to cause Mucor to give the bed a quick glance before continuing to sit down. "So I couldn't help but notice that you seem kind of... unhappy... or at the very least... distracted" The furry druid would say while scratching under his thick hairy chin. "Ya know... I grew up alone in a swamp... surrounded by creatures that would have loved to eat me alive..." Mucor would say before pausing a moment. "I don't remember my parents.. I don't really remember how I ended up in the swamp... but growing up alone.. doing what I needed to do to survive... well... I am one that doesn't judge people.. and for a long time I never had anyone to talk to." the minotaur would say as he shifts his gaze from Yera to the floor. "I would have given anything to have someone to talk to... and I want you to know that if you ever need to talk... you can come to me" Mucor would shift his gaze back to the halfling, his eyes just a little glossier than a moment ago. "alright?"

Mucor will sit for a few more moments and if Yera doesn't want to talk the minotaur will nod and quietly leave her alone and make his way to his room and get some rest. If she does want to talk.. well then! Mucor will stay as long as she wants.