So engrossed was Damien in looking at the picture that the sudden sound of Ally’s voice behind him; as pleasing as it was; caused him to jump in his seat.  He was about to say something when the sudden sound of a throaty croak came took centre stage.  As quickly as she appeared; she was gone and then back again, this time placing a basket before him<br/><br/>Damien’s eyes flicked from Ally to the woven basket and back; her warning set off alarm bells in his head; the thought of any mutated physical changes as a result of eating whatever lay within would only compound the already curious day he was having;  This was a tough decision; he needed help, so there was only one thing he could do.  Damien rolled the dice:<br/><br/>Roll Result: Priest rolled: 2d6<br/>Comment: Odds smile and run; Evens Lift the lid<br/>Result: 6, 4,<br/>Total: 10<br/><br/>Evens; so be it.  With a timid hand he lifted the lid and met the gaze of the chocolate toad within.