Evening had fallen once again. The sounds of friendly sparring, idle and comfortable chatter hanging in the air, and the smell of delicious meats coming from the fire roasted by the finest chef (among the group) Gale himself. When he isn’t slinging magic and teaching the group (unwilling or not), he’s perfecting his cooking skills. Because one thing’s for certain, he can handle whatever magic, or stomach, is thrown his way.

“Ah, you’re just in time! I’ve saved the best for last. A recipe of my mother’s and….forgive me but, that can’t be all you’re eating. Right?”

Appalled and confused, he listened intently yet all he heard was excuses. ‘Not too hungry’, ‘a light snack for dinner’, ‘girl dinner’ whatever that meant. No, this simply would not do. You can almost hear the gears turning in his mind as he straightened up, hand out and you knew you were in for another one of his famous lectures.

“This? It’s hardly enough for a child! Let alone a fighter. All you’ve picked are toppings and bits, with a chalice of wine. This isn’t sustainable and certainly won’t help in restoring your energy after each battle we come across. We already have every available enemy after a piece of our hinds and I’ll be damned if you’re only going to eat rabbit food. Actually that probably won’t even feed a rabbit. Come along, let’s give you a proper meal. I won’t have you voluntarily starving yourself simply for the ideal of ‘girl dinner’.”