Alistair takes light portions of food and an extra helping of bread. He also pours both a cup of water as well as a cup of wine to wash down his breakfast. Your not sure if it's the hangover, the loss of Greg and Molly, or both, but he's in an especially somber mood this morning. He first addresses Charlotte.<br/><br/>"I prepped him and some locals are out digging the grave." He hoists his wine. "To Greg who was our stalwart leader and friend." He drinks. "And to Molly...a quiet lass who never found her potential. I shall miss gazing upon her nubile form ob the road." He drinks again. "We might need to discuss tighter security not only here at the inn, but the town as a whole."<br/><br/>