<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1em;">Crysalis was meowing and pawing the air in the direction of K’risti’s nearly finished stew, when the farmer came up to recruit their help and when he had said his piece K’risti set down her spoon and pushed the bowl in the cat’s direction for her familiar to finish. She looked the man over with her wide bright green eyes and touched his arm lightly on the coarse material covering it, “You have been out tracking your cow, worried at the great loss your family will suffer without her milk, you pressed on alone and saw the kobolds, you trudged here because you could not save her, you probably have not eaten or drank properly all day. Please sit, eat, drink, and tell us of your family, about Daisy, and how this village usually responds to this type of trouble, but most importantly…” she leaned in close and smiled softly, reassuringly, twitching her wide nose, “tell us all you know of these kobolds and this ruined tower.”</span></em></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1em;"> </span></em></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1em;">After which she called for more stew and drink to be brought for the tired defeated man. </span></em></span>