The Coffee is exceptional... exceptionally
strong. (think Turkish coffee) At the bottom of the cup there is enough sediment to give the appearance of a bit of mud. The taste is abnormally rich... unless you put your tongue to that mud!
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"Ahh... I needed that..." Sylvi says, breathing heavily her before placing the cup/bowl down on the table in front of her. Seemly ignoring Rita's presence entirely; until the princess finds a tail wrapped around her waist. Sylvi makes a subtle growling noise and pulls Rita in under her arm. Her cheek resting upon the top of Rita's head for just a moment. "Morning, hon. How'd you sleep?" she ask before lifting her head and reaching for some bacon. "Don't worry about Raimius, I'll go check on him right after breakfast. Have you seen Tycho this morning?"
"I slept just fine, you don't snore or anything. But you slept so
long! I just had to get up and have a look around. Last I looked everyone in the infirmary is still sleeping but-"
Time for yet another door to open...
2561642 wrote:However, he does remember the work he still hasn't finished. "Ah, I bet she's still waiting for me to complete the enchantment!" He flags down the nearest crew member. "Do you happen to know where I can find a Wolf named Sylvi? She would have come aboard at the same time that I did. Taller than me, carries a big spear. Seen her?"
In fact, you were followed out of the infirmary by one of the orderlies working for that grumpy old Doctor. This young man is a sailor in addition to being a healer in training, so he's going barefoot like the others.
These guys can be devilishly unobtrusive when they want to be.
"I would assume that our female guests are in Officer's Country, they wouldn't be safe anywhere else. Are YOU feeling quite alright?" He peers at your eyes and hands. "This is where people feeling sea-sick normally go when they feel... less than well-balanced."
The sea is calm, anyone having such issues at this point would have to have a very weak stomach indeed.
Once you assure him that all is well, he escorts you to the wardroom where everyone is meeting. The Duke is in a much more jovial mood than he was in last night, and looking fairly pleased with himself.
"Ah, welcome sir Mage! Have a seat and get some chow into you. Let's see... this is everyone but the Huntsman, and I suppose we would have to go to him. Katija, be a dear and make up a plate for the man and cover it. No, allow
me to take it to him when you are done. In fact, I would like the ladies to stay here when I go see him. All but you, Sylvi."