<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/2f/f8/b6/2ff8b6327f323407ec8153f38d2671a5.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>Name:</strong> Pharon Draelig (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.msg16147073#msg16147073)<br/><strong>Dragon Type:</strong> Darkness<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Dragon Slayer Armor w/ Hooded Cloak<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 April 2050, 8PM.<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Oriental District &gt; Catty-Wampus Bar &amp; Grill<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Olena, Poppy, Dekado, Reese, Brett, Sashiko<br/></span><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> Even through the salivating aroma of the food sizzling on the grills, Pharon smelled his friends coming into the establishment. It probably sounded strange to a non-slayer, but with their enhanced senses, they had ways of sensing and communicating with each other that normal people couldn't really comprehend. Reaching his hand forward, he gripped the sliding metal door that closed the kitchen off from the main restaurant and opened it as far as it would go so Dekado could look him in the eyes as he spoke. The Light Slayer complimented his food, which always put a smile on Pharon's face. Then he asked how he looked, causing the half-Goliath to look him up and down and whistle as he took in his garments. "Many thanks for the compliment, but just wait until you get a taste of it.  And it doth appear to me that the humble Elf has dressed himself in the manner and finery of a Noble Lord!"<br/><br/>His laugh bellowed through the establishment, then he nodded down at his friend and gave a fancy bow. "You wear it well, brother, although I will admit it's strange to not see you in flowing robes and armor like an Elven General on the battlefield. Be careful or the humans will get jealous when all of their women...and a fair few men try to gain your attention and favor." He spent the next few minutes cooking and watching the others file into the restaurant and head toward the back where the table his group had reserved was. He knew all of his friends favorites and figured it had been long enough since they'd had them. So not only did he cook them their favorite meals from back home, he also whipped up some new and exciting new dishes for them and their kindly Handler friends to try as well. <br/><br/>He'd been cooking for hours to have everything ready by the time they arrived, and after maybe ten or fifteen minutes, Pharon exited the kitchen and came out wielding two massive circular serving trays with all of the food and sides expertly placed upon them. "Coming through," he spoke in a normal, yet deep and rumbling voice that kept people out of his way...more for their own sake than his really as bumping into Pharon while walking was like trying to stop a car from going forward. "My friends! It always makes me smile to see you in good spirits! And to my new friends who were so kind as to help us and take us in when we were at our lowest...I hope this meal serves as a small token of our shared gratitude." He had one tray (https://media.istockphoto.com/photos/hand-held-bbq-favorites-picture-id694189032?b=1&amp;k=20&amp;m=694189032&amp;s=170667a&amp;w=0&amp;h=zJHj7JtflmILJMxE136xyP9tA-z2cqvREoMYr1Pxbkg=) in his left hand, and the other (https://media.istockphoto.com/photos/bbq-feast-picture-id694177338?s=612x612) in his right, and as he bent down seemingly to place the trays, the other Slayers might've been ready for what he was about to do, but their human friends and anyone new to the restaurant probably didn't. <br/><br/>With a shout, he heaved all the food off the trays and up into the air. As they went up, he "caught" them with his powers, then deftly maneuvered the individual plates so they landed perfectly in front of their intended recipients, with the meals for everybody square in the center of the table. "I've prepared meat, chicken, fish, and vegetarian options," he explained as he pointed out what food was where. <br/><br/>"I apologize to our hosts if it offends, but I'm still new to this world and I haven't mastered the secret of <em>freeing the gluten</em> yet as they say, but Oslow says I'm close to figuring it out." With his party here, that meant Pharon could take a break, so he went and got his specially reinforced chair and brought it over to the table so he could sit with the others, but not before hugging all of his fellow Slayers(and not crushing bone because he could definitely control his strength) and very softly patting the shoulders of the humans who welcomed them. "It's so good to see everybody except...where's <em>Destrian</em>? I've been cooking all day, but I don't smell smoke and nothing's on fire so clearly he's not around," he said with a grin as he teased their most stern and solitary member. The Flame Slayer was a grumpy pants with a heart of gold...sometimes. But Pharon loved him as dearly as all his fellow Slayers and anyone who messed with him, or any of them, was a dead man walking.<br/></span><br/>