<div class="floatright">(http://i1149.photobucket.com/albums/o597/Seraph_Azriel/7f9f893c-0ae3-4923-9219-3cc175a8a14f_zpsro9ibc8a.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lamont Carolinius<br/><strong>Time:</strong>10:00 AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Kitchen<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rose<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Her reply had all the enthusiasm and charm of a government forum.  This little creature was indomitable.  He had never before faced down such an impassable obstacle, a rock that wouldn't budge for anything less than a tempest likely.  The irritation bled forth from the rat as the leaky levee loses the reservoir held back behind it.  There was simply no victory that he could possibly grasp here.  Damn the hegemony of the class structure of their society.  Lips pursed as actions were considered then discarded.  Here he was plying a ship betwixt great stones which might send the threatened vessel 'neath the waves with little room for error.<br/><br/>"Prithee lead on, young mistress.  Onwards to the Lady."  A larger paw was laid upon hers, though his spirits were dampened.  He'd hardly spent time with any member of the company and already was being made to remember home.  Would that all resemblance to such a place be dispelled in a clap of thunder!