<strong>Location:</strong>War Council  (stealing Miroque's tagging here!)<br/><strong>With:</strong>Finna, Ashara<br/><br/>Bree glanced at Ashara, apparently a priestess of the more carnal sort.  The sorceress didn't know her, but if she had been chosen for this group, she had to be a cut above the ordinary.  And however much clerics could be tiresome, their famous powers over the undead could certainly turn around a dangerous situation.  And then... this one looked rather different than most in Bremorel's limited experience.  The decoration of her armour, for one thing...<br/><br/>Still, there'd be time to learn more about her on the road, Bree and Fin had some catching up to do.  Satisfied with the Paladin's answers, Bree bobbed her head, then headed with the Viking toward the smell of cooking.<br/><br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Barracks<br/><strong>With:</strong>Finna<br/><br/>Their quest for food was stymied - delayed, at least - by the formidable cook, who also got in a little jibe at Bree's expense.  "Lady Judith!  That's not... does everyone know about that?"  She eyed Fin accusingly.  "Besides, I<em>have</em>been putting on weight, thanks to you."  The half-elf patted her taught stomach - if there was new fat there, it certainly didn't show on her delicate-seeming frame.<br/><br/>"But yes, you're right about Fin and I being part of the group selected by Yusissa.  So, thanks for preparing extra.  I wonder, though... did William manage to get anything before your spoon connected?"  She inched closer, trying to peer around the cook at the steaming pots.