Brother Nerrik sits back in his chair, mug in hand. "That stew was a tough opponent, trying to fill me so early in the meal, but I defeated it! I shall surely have to thank the one that created such a meal."<br/><br/>He drinks more of the honeyed mead. "And the drink is great as well. Praise Beesiah!"<br/><br/>He raises his mug at the mention of a toast "To the monastery, lucha, and the Beesiah!"