<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4f/A099c61e24428cfee4fee43167068f37.jpg)</div><br/>Imriel looked up as the young physician came downstairs, and gestured for him to seat himself beside the musketeer. He nodded a greeting as the other man ordered breakfast of his own from one of the inn staff, his mouth full of porridge. "Indeed." he replied. "I doubt it will take us too long to reach this village, but I don't wish to tarry overlong. If this beast has a taste for manflesh, that's something that needs ending before it feeds again. And if this was just the first incident or so, better we stop it before it develops a taste for people."<br/><br/>Movement from above drew his attention to the other man from the previous night, and he nodded a polite greeting as the other joined them. "The rapier is a perfectly serviceable blade." he responded before the younger man could. "My own brethren find them quite sufficient for the tasks we are called upon to handle. From your accent you are not Montaigne, m'sieur, so perhaps you are unfamiliar with that." he added. "In any case, going into danger with an unfamiliar weapon is unlikely to improve ones performance, and it seems we should have blades and shot enough to deal with anything we need to."<br/><br/>He idly considered offering the stranger a short demonstration on what the rapier were capable off, but dismissed it for the moment. There were more pressing concerns, after all. "Once everyone has risen, and taken whatever breakfast they need, we should be off."