Pike poked his head out of the kitchen.<br/><br/>"If this singing you talk of is true not likely to have much effect other than me losing some of the force that grants me both sentience and life though its not much of a problem as Warforge were built to be able to use that force for casting magic and the like. Some are even lucky enough to have the kind that slowly repairs them."<br/><br/>(the last part is a reference to 4th edition D&D which has the warforge not having to be repaired through a crafting check)<br/><br/>"Well now that the kitchen is clean I need to get a few of my things I left somewhere shouldn't take long as tend to I travel light." Said the Warforged as he exited the tavern only to return a few minutes later with some things.<br/><br/>He brought a quarterstaff of very durable wood that seemed to still have a faint scent of blood that was unable to be removed. He was also wearing set of chef attire that had the following extras, a bandanna, and an apron that had the words "Forged to cook" scribed in a way that suggests someone had wrote that on it by hand. Then there was the strange old book he held in the hand opposite of the staff.<br/><br/>Pike placed the staff at near the rack for hats and clothes that were not necessary while inside a building, and placed the old book on the counter. Close examination of the book would show it had been through a lot of things yet it's pages still seemed to be intact.<br/><br/>"Feel free to take a look thought it might give extra possibilities." Said Pike as he walked back into the kitchen and just sat down against a bare wall his eyes turning dim like he was in some sort of sleep mode only he was still awake and aware of his surroundings.<br/><br/>Opening the book would reveal it was a handmade cook book made by a guy named Pike.<br/>The book held various recipes some of which might not be possible in the current times as some might not like things like Kobod Kabobs or Dragon Flambe.