<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/>The little fennec hybrid's words fell upon his being like the headsman's axe on a traitor.  A loud groan followed by further blinking.  Such misfortune had befallen a son so mighty!  So keen of intellect!  How could fate rend such cruelties upon one so beleaguered and vulnerable?  There of course more verbose lamentations to follow upon the current squalor of his being which were abruptly put to a pause as Lamont watched the young woman stop at the decanter of ebony fluid, draw forth a vessel which she duly filled, then proceeded to inundate that ambrosia with an amount of sugar sufficient to reform the cane from which it had been milled.  A blink.  Of a most profound astonishment really.  Especially at the unanticipated metamorphosis which ensued.  In her past state she had a passing resemblance to some manner of fable regarding the living dead.  Now she seemed most akin to an untamed zephyr as she gusted across the gallery with a manner of ambition most...disturbing.  The little creature was so absorbed in her tasks and surroundings that she all but collided with him.  Lamont could still but only manage a stare of flabbergast.<br/><br/>Then, it came.<br/>A flood of proportions that could only be likened to biblical.  A torrent of words that swelled up and beyond the small villa to crash down upon unfortunate Lamont, the great waves sending him forth tumbling and twisting tween trough and crest.  Too...much...  Far too much without some manner of stimulant with which to buoy his mind's being that he might take in and understand the great deluge that suddenly accosted the poor, weary traveler.  A dexterous hand reached forth to place a solitary digit upon the end of her muzzle and lips.  "Pray, cease but a moment."  With the opposite's brother he found the vessel containing his salvation, a boat with which he just might be able to find passage through this storm.  The mercy was drawn into a small cup nearby, which the aristocrat drained with the professional airs of one quite familiar with bending an elbow.  The effects were akin to the redemption of a long suffering penitent.  Young Lamont might have shed a tear and whispered, "Amen."  Least such might have been the case were he cut of a religious kind of cloth.  Matters of the spirit proved to be a breeding ground of all manner of assorted prudes, his experiences had found.<br/><br/>"Now."  The gatekeeper withdrew his presence.  "Forgive my abrupt halting of your cadence, but your profundity of talk was ill-timed.  I have had no preparation for such exercises at such a ghastly hour."  Seeing as the duelist now had both hands free, yet more of that scalding divine grace was brought forth to his cup.  "Now that I am repossessed of my wits, allow me to reply, if I may."  Another gulp that burned all the way down.  "To posit answers to the queries in order.  I sought some manner of mental stimulant that I might too partake of the daylight as my fellows do.  It bears me great sorrow that victuals for the mid-day meal have yet to be finished."  The rat considered that perhaps he should have partaken of sweet Morphius' embrace a bit longer yet as he might not have to wait.  Yet, there was more replies yet he owed her.  "I can extend aid but I profess that I've yet to perform such work myself.  I am possessed of a disposition used to being waiting on, you see."  Perchance if the matter extended more into liqueur or other pastimes of dubious nature, these were well within his expertise.  A nod,<br/>"I've hands enough to grasp, arms enough to bear the weight, legs that walk well enough.  I'm certain that this request I can most certainly grant within my...admittedly petty means."  A hand was brought forth.  "Nay, I've perhaps stolen enough of your time with my addled wits.  Though I would appeal for the locations of these libations afore I bungle future attempts."