Damien had a unique way of making decisions, for the most part he was given to having very little faith in his own judgement, which; thinking on his past was probably the right choice to have made.  His fingers slipped into his jacket pocket and alighted upon a couple of small dice, intricately carved from the femur of the tribal chieftain he ’inadvertently’ deposed.  A decision would normally revolve around allocating the faces of the dice and then rolling them bones to make his decision for him; whether based on chance …fate …dumb luck, whatever.  However, another time affective way was for others to suggest to him the right course to take and thusly lift the burden from his shoulders.  Damien smiled at Alyth’s suggestion and, for a few moments mulled the thoughts around in his head …individually tasting the words and hoping the real thing would be every bit as sumptuous, which given the other customers reactions, was probably the case.<br/><br/>He jolted himself from his thoughts and lifted his fingers from the dice.  “Yes …that sounds perfect to me.”