<div style="text-indent:1em;">"Of course I came," Alma said, setting down a cleaned leg, "I wouldn't miss speaking to you again for the world.  Besides, teaching rich brats swordplay was not how I wanted to spend my 'retirement' anyways."  Alma noticed a pair of little wooden bowls with, something, in them.  He cautionsly poked one of them and found it was a jelly.  Tapping it to his tongue he tasted strawberry.  A quick test of the second showed it tasted of popa fruit.  It had been to long since he'd had some of the latter so he quickly covered his bread in it.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"Well I wasn't sure how long you would be, and I didn't have much to eat since yesterday."  Alma gave a soft grunt of satisfaction as he ate the toast.  He'd always found popa to have a unique tinge to it. "I'm actually feeling pretty good right now, I'll just be off to the side during your speech."</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"Good, I dislike sheep, unique people have unique talents.  Sure, self defense it is, though I'd like to do an advance combat class for those who have the skill.  If there is anything else you think I can help with, I'll do so."</div>