<strong>Onyx</strong><br/><br/>She was up, fairly early, for breakfast. The result of a decade in the mines and forges of her foster family. She missed the heat and mushroom porridge with her morning ale. She tapped the small keg from hanging from her pack, safe and sound. She was set to travel, and odds were that she would be finding reasons to smack the men in the party before the day was over.<br/><br/>"Good morning Innkeeper, I'll take something to eat." She said with a a smack of her lips. The food was nice, and in big portions.