<blockquote><div><cite>Vandra wrote:</cite>“There is a vast number of undead creatures in a necromancers arsenal. A number of the more powerful creations have the ability to perceive creatures through their life force rather then by sight. Invisibility will likely get a number of us past the lesser ghouls and skeletons, though if we encounter one of the more powerful creations we may find ourselves flanked on both sides if they can get a warning out to those we sneaked by.”</div></blockquote><br/>"Really?" Brady asks. "I've never even heard of that... you must know a lot about undead from your priest training, Miss Vendra. I'll bet you know a couple of good ghoul-zapping spells!"<br/><br/>"Ghoul-zapping?" Crew asks skeptically.<br/><br/>Brady shrugs. "You know, stuff for making undead things dead again, or hiding our lifeforce so they can't see us... or covering up the icky bits so we don't have to look at them."<br/><br/>"I think your fixation with ghoul anatomy is becoming somewhat unhealthy."<br/><br/>"Well, it was<span style="font-style: italic">gross!</span>" Brady protests. "I can't even think about blood sausages without gagging..." The little chameleon makes an exaggerated face of disgust for her psicrystal, momentarily forgetting her company until a cough from a nearby table reminds her of where she is. She offers her companions a sheepish grin in apology.<br/><br/>"Uh... sorry. Guess that was probably too much information, huh?"<br/><br/><br/>It doesn't take Brady long at all to forget her hang-up; not when Chelsie comes through to kitchen door laden with a small banquet's worth of food. Brady stares hungrily at the steaming plates, picking out which dishes are for her- not an especially task, since her dinner easily makes up half the order.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>“Here’s your roasted duck, your bread, cheese and apple dumplings” The golden roasted duck laid parched on top of a generous helping of grilled potatoes with the apple dumplings on a much smaller side plate. The last plate she put in front of Brady was another plate with a large hunk of cheese and half a loaf of freshly baked bread. “Here you go sweetie. I hope you enjoy!”</div></blockquote><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">Food!</span>" Brady squeals, her knife and fork at the ready. While Chelsie lays out the rest of the dishes, Brady practically dives onto her roast duck, carving off three generous slices before moving on to give her bread and cheese similar treatment. She piles one slice of bread high with duck meat, cheese, potatoes, and a large spoonful of sweet syrup from her dessert plate. The entire affair is topped off with another oven hot slice of bread, and then-<br/><br/><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">*NOMF*</span></span></span><br/><br/>-the entire sandwich disappears in one bite, leaving Brady's cheeks looking like a giant green hamster. The lizardgirl gives her first course a few good chews before gulping it down, her tiny throat bulging for a brief moment before the sandwich is deposited in her belly.<br/><br/>"Dee-lishus!" she declares, already working on a second sandwich with one hand as she pours a glass of wine with the other. "Thanks, Chelsie!"