Sekani was regularly a cook between missions, and that's where he was now, prepping food for the others. He often got complaints about his particular fascination for seafood and chicken, but what did they expect when you have a Catfolk cook? At least he didn't have any annoying personal speech patterns. He didn't say 'aye' at any given juncture, though he did have the ability to transform and grow wings. He hated that stereotypical feline jerk. Tonight's meal was actually fairly normal, tuna noodle casserole.<br/><br/><strong>"Come and get it. It's only getting colder."</strong>Sure, he had the ability to heat it back up with a wave of his hand and an incantation, but it was the principle of the thing. For his part, he served himself a plate and got a fork, sitting at his spot behind the bar in case anyone needed drinks beyond a simple 'flagon of mead or ale'. Honestly, these people and their constant requests for quantity. What he'd give to hear an actual drink order. It taxed his considerable patience to always be asked to do mind-numbing tasks like cooking, pulling wagons, or occasionally just carrying them outright. He understood that he was a strong warrior in a guild filled largely with sword fighters and spell-casters, but was he doomed eternally to be low man on the totem pole? At least some of the members respected him enough to not call him 'kitty kitty kitty' any more. Some of them were even nice to him. He had to shake the whole 'adorable' image, get out on some real jobs. He was arguably one of the strongest people not soloing jobs, so why shouldn't he be accorded respect and real jobs?