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</div><span style="font-size: 26px"><b>Clayton Barker</b></span><br/><b>Chosen By:</b>Cernunnos (Celtic)<br/><b>Location:</b>Village, dorm shared kitchen<br/><b>Date/Time:</b>Late Morning, Dec 21st<br/><b>Wearing:</b>Dark blue t-shirt with 'YEEE BOI!' on the front in bright pink text, faded blue jeans with the left knee torn, black steel toe shoes appropriate for hiking, grey jacket with 'ARMY' on the front; unzipped.<br/><b>Tagging:</b>No one<br/><b>TRIGGER WARNINGS:</b>N/A<br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/>So far, Clayton hadn't been entirely impressed with his time at the village. It had been a bit…Awkward to be having to sit through classes, especially considering his age and how he already knew cooking and self-defense. Granted, what the Army taught him via basic training had been a hodge-podge of fighting styles, he was definitely not a spring chicken. The Basic Mythology class<i>had</i>proven interesting, at least. Unfortunately, it came with the headache of his dyslexia being a bitch and having to go through the hassle of filing for special accommodations for extra exam time.<br/><br/>Exams and classes were the furthest from his mind, however. With it being the Winter Solstice and therefore Cernunnos' birthday, he was in the process of putting together a nice offering slash birthday gift. The only problem with it was how to sneak out to the forests without getting redirected to the shrine for offering 'cleansing'. Maybe that was needed for other gods, but Cernunnos didn't care. As long as it was offered to him and was something he liked, The Horned God didn't need any of that.<br/><br/>Glancing over to the battered blue backpack he had on the counter, Clayton ran through the list of things he needed to take with him. Blackberry wine, the two cedar offering bowls (sealed, of course, to preserve the bowl's contents), the whole grain loaf of bread was cooling, and he'd already put the roasted butternut squash with parsley into a container. All and all, it was a decent 'meal'.<br/><br/>Pushing away from the counter, he gently poked the bread to check how cool it was. Finding it satisfactory, he grabbed the bread knife to cut the loaf and took a fourth of it for himself. He'd leave the remaining three fourths for the rest of the dorm to grab. After tucking the quarter into a ziplock baggie, he wrapped the remaining portion of bread, then turned to start carefully packing everything up into his backpack. Hopefully, he could time things<i>just right</i>and slip out while everyone else headed to the shrine.