"Thank you for your praise. I shall continue to make improvements where necessary. I am unsure how it may be improved with local ingredients. As you know this one lacks the ability to taste, and that seems to be a great portion of the appeal for many like yourself."
Alkabah shuffles back over to Raneshi and gentle places the staff on the ground before taking the offered half of the morsel. "Delighted to share with you Raneshi." Lifting the half of waffles to it's core the dish quickly disappears into the void-like sphere that makes up it's true self. "May we succeed in aiding our fellows in the defense of these sacred lands."
Looking around the Conrasu surveys the area.
Roughly how far apart are two of the crews we're meant to defend, able to fit in a 30ft burst maybe?
Daily prep: 3 servings of Cooperation waffles(eaten soon by party), 1 cinnamon seers, 1 preserved Moonflower
Leftovers(preserved food unused from the day before):1 Preserved Moonflower, 1 Phantom roll, 1 Rainbow Vinegar
The not so subtle shuffling of supple wood, wrapped chimes, and various trinkets woven into the many interlocking branches that make up it's hull herald the arrival of Alkabah. The strangely grown Conrasu approaching the group, unfolding three of the many vaguely hand shaped appendages, many solidified into various symbols of prayer, from it's core. Pinched by the tendrily fingers are delicately wrapped meals.
"This one has brought you all the promised sustenance that shall promote your success in the upcoming engagement. Though this one recognizes that this food is more suited to a different time of day."
Unwrapping the parcels reveals large stacks of waffles prepared in the elven style, infused with nuts, berries, and seeds of various plants, and topped with a light paste-like syrup made from mixing honey and powdered sugar cane.
3 servings of Cooperation Waffles(greater) meaning we should have enough for everyone to pair off with someone. They provide you with an additional +1 bonus when you follow the expert or aid your partner and each person can only be tied to one other person I leave team picking to you all.
Once the meals are deposited to the group, Alkabah folds it's good hands into several varying signs of prayer and offers thanks to Findeladlara.
"True Faith and Starlight,
Light the path to Victory,
Begone servants foul."
The void dark orb that makes up Alkabah's core twinkles with faint pinpricks of light, as the hands at it's current 'top' orientation clap together softly. Those same lights vaguely share the patterning of a draconic constellation.
"This one finds joy that Speaker Idari has allowed us to serve, may the goddesses blessings preserve us and our wonderous work. For I am but a locus of her splendiferous will."
Clasping pulling a staff from a pouch, embedded in it's twisted frame, too small to fit such a thing. Alkabah dedicates two of it's limbs to holding the scepter, which seems to be all it can manage without losing it's stability while in motion. By which it waddles around using the arms located at the base of it's current orientation as a tangle of legs. Though you have seen the conrasu choose to roll, as a wheel does on a wagon, in times of desperation.
Though lacking clothes, the conrasu sports many adornments twisted and tucked into it's frame giving it some mockery of decency including a bundle of robes that when examined closely have the iconagraphy of Findeladlara.
"Where might this one be needed most companions of most faithful?"
