Breakfast was simple, bland even, and did nothing to satisfy the want his mouth and tongue had for something to savor and enjoy. But Balfor knew better than to refuse food. He'd had plenty better, but much worse as well, and his stomach and muscles overrode his the protesting parts of his body without any problem.<br/><br/>As he came outside, a last bit of bread split and filled with a slice of roast and some butter in his hand, he passed Laurin. "Good morning," he said with a smile, taking a moment to brush the back of a wrist against chin and mouth on the odd chance of there being crumbs on his beard.<br/><br/>"Is everyone else outside, then?"<br/>-----<br/>8-)