Mordred continues to prowl around the edge of the room, moving like a merchant sizing up wares. For a moment, a snakelike tongue flicks out of the void, and he chuckles softly to himself.<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">"Mmm, I daresay I think I might get myself some dinner... And they appear to have quite the menu~"<br/></span>He scans the crowd, looking for someone who might catch his attention.<br/>