<div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Welcome back Kahmori! ^^ I hope things have sorted themselves out for you, and I'm glad we can start up the campaign again.</div></div></div><br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>It does not take the friendly old barkeeper long to notice the newest arrival to the scene, and he offers a brief smile, patting a place at the bar beside Calia and Sherani "C'mon boy! Git y'self a bit'o'th dreg here! Do y'good! Plate'a'food, too!" Vincent tosses a plate down onto the bar for Ureck to help himself with - there was still a sizable portion of the food left. In a thick, old tankard he pours a solid dose of dreg and slaps it down on the bar right beside Ureck's plate, smiling through his bushy moustache "T'y'go. Et up!'</div></blockquote><br/><br/>For a moment, Ureck was taken aback at the sight, only able to stare in wide-eyed amazement at the plate of food presented to him. It seemed so foreign to presented something to eat, let alone this much. His eyes trailed up to the others as they dug into their plates, apparently having much less trouble than he was accepting their morning meal. Smiling wryly at himself, he had a second to soak in the irony of being reluctant to eat before the thud of the tankard caused him to flinch out of his reverie. Nodding in thanks to Vincent, he pulled up a chair for himself and began to work through his plate.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>"Both'o'yer were wunnerful' t'other night. Wish I were a bit yunner' I'dda stepped in'n'..." His voice trails off, his gaze drifting up to Ureck "An' m'boy here wi' his blade...slicin'n'...I just.." His voice cracks softly. Briefly pausing to take a deep breath, he continues "Iffen t'lot'o you'd not been here...I...an' poor Mirana...We'd...end up like..." He never gets the word out, though it is pretty obvious who he was talking about - the cook who'd not made it through the night.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Ureck's ears perked at the old barkeep's words, raising his head from his food to listen. Hearing him describe his role in yesterday's attack sent a cold shiver through his spine, reminding him of his near-death experience before the battle. His eyes followed Vincents actions around the bar up until he disappeared into the kitchen, at which point the collie began to sink into his reminisces again. In his eyes, he was no hero, not even after last night. If it hadn't been for Sherani's intervention, his fate might not have been any different from that of the deceased chef. If anything, his situation was no different from Vincent's, so pitifully powerless in the absence of stronger people...<br/><br/>...but he did have stronger people on his side. And his chance at severing the noose around his hometown's throat had never seemed so promising.<br/><br/>Smiling, he felt the pall that had descended on him fade into a confident glow as he continued eating.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>"Uhm..." Sherani glances between Calia, Ureck, and the kitchen door where Vincent fled a moment ago.<br/><br/>"Did I say something wrong?" she asks.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>The collie closed his eyes for a moment before turning to look at Sherani, a small but endearing grin on his face. Something about the girl's innocent question had apparently struck a soft spot in the normally no-nonsense dog. "No, it's not that. There are just some wounds from yesterday that still hurt."