{{Sashi: oops, scratch what I said then}}<br/><br/>{{Chrrou: There's nothing wrong with having a lot of dialogue in a post, as long as you don't put words into the other person's mouth. It certainly does speed up conversation; your last post could have been dragged out for a r/l week}}<br/><br/><br/>The micefolk in the common room graciously serve their heroes toast, coffee and bear sausage fresh from the griddle. Fiona and Daevin can also get served if they wish, though they are politely asked for 5 silver and their portions are more modest.<br/><br/>Chrrou's voice seems to spark memories in some of the micefolk. They had been preoccupied and had overlooked him during the night, but in the morning light they now recognize the forest mouse as distinguished kin. An elderly matron figure wearing an apron smiles at him and offers him a platter of toast with some very fine cheese, remaining silent as she saw that he was in the middle of a conversation.<br/><br/>Though the sun is now completely risen, there is still no sign of Cecil.