<i>&lt;Many thanks.&gt;</i>the mindflayer thought openly. Unfolding his legs, he planted his boots, and leaned foreward. Removing a blade which looked to be a scalpel with a broadened head from his belt, it's handle decorated with a silvery filigree handguard much akin to the veiny routes and paths of a brain. Holding this blade delicately between his long fingers, Zixx made delicate, but exact cuts, slicing the meat into small coins. These he would lift, one by one, holding them behind the sack on his facemask, saving the other's the discomfort of seeing him soundlessly slurp them down...<br/><br/><As for, preperations... All I need do, is arally my, eh, entourage, and I shall be ready...> 'Speaking' as he ate... Not like it hindered his speech any.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>