<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/35/15/10/3515107f47035ebbd8e5377eb4410eda.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Elias<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Kaer Morhen Courtyard<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Conor, Arlane, Open<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Padded Jerkin and Chain Mail with Boiled Leather overlaid on too.<br/><br/>Elias let out a chuckle followed by a laugh. Both Arlane and Conor made light of his growth spurt and he took it in stride with a prideful boast.<strong>"Might want to make sure I don't get any bigger on you then. Could be mistaken for a baby giant if I keep going."</strong>Rolling with the verbal punches as it were, he embraced Conor with a firm hug. Several pats on the back later the hug was broken and that was more than enough to make his day. The moment of the two alone was enough to make him drop all notions of an adventure in the surrounding territory.<strong>"And I bet you have a story twice as tall and grand as myself."</strong>However, Arlane has already determined that she would be setting up the order of events and cooking the meal for Conor. During the conversation he caught Iska waving at the lot of them and waved right back to her. There was no need to be a stranger, they're all family but it seems like she was busy. And Elias always found it wiser not to interrupt.<br/><br/>Arlane had given them reason and prompt to head back inside. Elias would have to catch up since Dusa was already ready for the path and needed to be placed back in the stable. But he always was the one to have to catch up to the other witchers.<strong>"I'll be there in a moment."</strong>A good drink seems right on this very moment. Which made him wonder, what had he made for himself the last night during his excursions of reading? Right, salted pigs in baked dinner breads, salted with poppy seed and salt crystals followed with roasted potatoes. Then there was the honeyed cider he just tapped into. Nothing like a fresh bottle of sweetened drink to wash down hearty treats. Perhaps there was a few things leftover from that night.<br/><br/>With Dusa placed back in the stable and with a rub of the horse's neck, he reassured the reliable steed.<strong>"Don't worry we'll be going out for a run soon enough."</strong>He'd hopefully remember to go through with his plans. But enough about that, it was high time to catch up with the pair heading into the courtyard. His feet carried him quickly back to the side of the two. And once with them he waited until they wee back inside to continue talking.<strong>"The Honeyed Cider was just opened yesterday if you're wanting to warm up before you hit the harder stuff."</strong>Variation in what you drink is always a refreshing game at the tables in his eyes at least.