Most of Sigmund's day had been spent in the rain, running around and such. Being addressed perked him to attention and reality long enough for him to turn away again and sneeze into the sleeve of his robe. As though the action had knocked something loose, the young man looked up, scrunching his face as his senses reorganized themselves.<strong>"Lady Rosewater said that the bones needed to be crushed. If the meat were boiled off and nothing added to the water prior to it, I doubt it would interfere with the process. Partial destruction during cutting wouldn't be a problem either. The only thing that wasn't specified was the quantity."</strong>((Damnit Jim! I'm a cleric, not an alchemist!))<br/><br/>The cleric brought his pack forward and set it gently atop the bar.<strong>"I don't know if you serve breakfast here, but we also found eggs."</strong>