<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, Mael, Bellatrix, Open<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Padded Jerkin and Chain Mail with Boiled Leather overlaid on too.<br/><hr/><br/>Elias was more than happy to have Conor back in Kaer Morhen. It was even nicer to have one of the sorceresses fetch food from the kitchen. And he looked forward to scrambled eggs and freshly cooked sausages, bacon and biscuits straight from the oven. His enhanced witcher senses left no surprises as to what approached. The conversation that took place between Arlane and Conor was one Elias watched and listened to with prying implications. He was trying to read every subtle context there might have been, even if there was none to find. And as for the stiff drinks well, Conor would find Elias fetching that himself.<br/><br/>Placing the Honeyed Mead down along with the stronger stuff for later, Elias took a seat and watch as everyone else came down with the good stuff at the ready. The notion of a bounty placed on him in the guise of a monster.<strong>"Hah! I'd be the most terrifying thing the locals would ever set eyes on."</strong>He clears his throat and then began to exaggerate his words.<strong>"The beast that has consumed fowl, sheep and crops. Witcher he is such a brutish menace!"</strong>He then adds with a less exaggerated voice<strong>"Strong as five oxen and wields tree trunks like clubs!"</strong>He picked up the bottle of mead and began to pull on the cork. Naturally he was struggling with that.<strong>"And could rip.... a dragons head.... OFF!"</strong>He was wrenching the cork out of the bottle with his bare hands as he strains with his dramatics and then finally it gives way on the last word.<br/><br/><strong>"Whew... Or something like that. Heavens forbid if it was a Reverend or Priest that was making the accusation. They can turn even the most innocent of acts or people into monsters with but words and those they wield well."</strong>After his overtly dramatic display, he sat back down and began pouring a run of the drink in question. Taking a small sip, he had a more sobered tone.<strong>"Heh, knowing my luck, a witch hunt would be on my ass first before they try and pull a fast one like that. I haven't been ripped off like that just yet, but I imagine my turn will come up. You've got stories and I am eager to hear what the Path brought unto you. Sounds like you've got some wild ones to tell this time if that exchange of words between you and Arlane was any indication."</strong><br/><br/>He smiled to Mael when he came up upon the pair of fellow witchers. They greet each other like family and the moment it happened, Elias poured a third cup for the third brother to take.<strong>"Never, especially upon a good opportunity to celebrate Mael."</strong>It was a time for celebratory unions when all were off the Path and back home. At least in Elias' mindset it was. Either way his eyes were soon down at his plate and salivating with a full belly before taking off, he indulged himself in the here and now.<br/><br/>There were few things that could get him to be quiet when in the presence of his brothers but food was one such thing. The next was Bellatrix whom came down the steps looking rather fetching as was typical of any sorceress there. He was already starting to make a sandwich out of the biscuit, egg and sausage when it happened. Elias blinked several times, a touch stunned by what was transpiring before him. All this time he thought for sure that... Realization hit him when Arlane excused herself. Being around Bellatrix so much both on the Path and just in general gave him a few tidbits into the quarrels between the two sorceresses. Much as he would like to keep out of it, with an all consuming fire like the dark skinned Bella, that was simply a luxury you cannot have.<br/><br/>Mael had gone off after Arlane which left Elias watching Conor for a reaction and a response to the stunt pulled by Bellatrix. He didn't even take notice of Serugei as he just blended into the background as a bystander of what happened. What the heck was going on? Where does one even begin after something like that. Either way, there he was holding his small morsel in hand with his lips parted and eyes locked in surprise and disbelief over what he saw.