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Well said Tryst and Gwomotom, Take what time you need Daniel, we will continue hoping things go well for your wife.

Take all the time you need, we hope your wife's exam goes well.

Watching the fishmonger and the other felines, Jack pauses. Fish did smell so good, but the idea of feeding, or even worse, begging with mere Cats did give him pause. As Kelvin tosses the bit of fish his direction, Jack realizes Tryst has moved beside him. Twitching his whiskers at this friend, Jack had come into town 'incognito' now his friend was talking about shaking hands with the fishmonger. Breathing a sigh, Jack looks at Trystyn for a moment then turns and responds to Kelvin, "Meow". Hoping the fishmonger was satisfied with the 'blessing' Jack picks up the bit of fish offered and trots off.

Moving to the back of a quite building he gulps down the piece of fish, the then returns to his 'normal' Gromalkin shape. Smoothing out his doublet he tucks his pipe in his mouth and proceeds out from behind the building. Moving near their two newest companions, he asks, "Having had an hors d'oeuvre shall we find an establishment to finish our repast?"

Jack wanders the area....

Not quite sure what to do with this, I was hoping the others would head to someplace to do something like talk or make plans, but you posted Jacks alternative actions before any of the other players posted...

"Mmmmrrrrrooooowwwwww" Loudly approving of Gwomotom's dealings Jack head bumps the friars leg, then rubs up against it as he heads towards what appears to be an eating establishment.

As their new friend talks with the human, Jack moves in and out between people's legs, running ahead of making sure the way was safe.

Nearing the town, Jack runs off into the bushes. Seconds later a large heavy tom-cat with flabby jowls, Blue fur and a Snub nose appears from the same general direction. Instantly rubbing up against Trytan's leg, he gives a loud purr. Trotting into town behind Shandor he slows slightly, wrinkling his nose as the stench of the town assails him.

His jowls shaking vigorously as he nods his head in agreement with Tryst requests, Jack, pauses glaring at the elf about the comment of food cooked by a person. They had been sharing the responsibility of cooking and granted, Jack preferred his lunch warm and still squirming, but in his opinion his ability to cook for herbivores had improved greatly over the last seven hundred and fifty years.

Taking his eyes off his friend he looks towards their two new acquaintances and chimes in, "Yes, might we peregrinate with you?"

As Shandor finishes speaking of turnips, Jacks eyes grow wide and he begins to yack and make loud noises. Eventually hacking up a furball into his paw. He examines it for a moment, then shows it to the others. "fur ball."

Tossing it towards the woods, he continues. "While I find this discourse on vegetables fascinating, let me inquire anew." Speaking slowly as if to be understood. "Is there a town nearby?"

As the Mossling digs the mushrooms from around the roots of the giant elm tree, Jack wrinkles his nose causing his whiskers to twitch. Asking "What does one do with said Fungus? Assuredly, they don't digest them, everyone knows verdure and similar flora are deleterious."

Survival: 1d6 ⇒ 1

Looking properly rebuked by his friend, Jack shakes his head answering the Mossy Monk, "I've espied no such Violet Fungus." turning towards Tryst, he looks up to his friend questioningly.

Raising an eyebrow, at Shador's statement, he couldn't tell if the fellow had seen a Grimalkin and elf passing through these mortal woods before ore if he was just being polite. Not that it mattered, seeing the two mortals seemed friendly enough, Jack responds. "Yes folks found in the dark places are often disconcerting."

He puts on his best smile, "This buyer you speak of, would they be an inhabitant of these same woods, or might they be from a burgh or conurbation?"

Stepping into the clearing, hearing the Breggle comment to his Mossling companions, Jack freezes his blue fur bristling on neck and head. He quickly looks looks about, his flabby jowls shaking left and right, as if suprised to be seen. As his companion and long time friend Tryst begins to speak two the two strangers. Jack furrows his heavy brows and snub nose. Fastidiously straightening the collar on his black pied doublet, he does not wait for the Mossling named Gwomotom to answer but chimes in. "Greetings transient travelers, May I surmise the advent of two perdurable persons is not too terribly disconcerting."

Just a heads up. I'm headed out of town this afternoon. My laptop is broken enough I can't take it with me, so I won't be back online/in games until sometime Sunday afternoon

Didn't that awful demon from Spawn smoke cigars?

He did in the movie...

I think Jack is good to go, I'll collaborate a little with Trystyn on how and why we exited the Fairie world.

month: 1d12 ⇒ 6 Iggwyld, The fading of spring
Wysendays: Shortening, Longshank’s Day
Moon: Rotting moon
day/30: 1d30 ⇒ 6
moon sign: 1d100 ⇒ 92 Narrow (Waxing moon). +1 Attack bonus against fairies and demi-fey.

Enterally for fun"
First Name: 1d20 ⇒ 4 Jack
Surname Name: 1d20 ⇒ 17 Tippler
Background: 1d20 ⇒ 6 Clothier
Trinket: 1d100 ⇒ 10 A cherry tart pilfered from the kitchen of a fairy noble.
Head: 1d12 ⇒ 6 Flabby jowls
Demeanor: 1d12 ⇒ 2 Fastidious and precise
Desires: 1d12 ⇒ 1 Become a crime lord
Face: 1d12 ⇒ 11 Snub nose
Dress: 1d12 ⇒ 7 Pied doublet and breeches
beliefs: 1d12 ⇒ 11 Vegetables harm the health
Fur: 1d12 ⇒ 3 Blue
Speech: 1d12 ⇒ 12 Willfully abstruse
wealth: 4d6 - 1 ⇒ (5, 6, 2, 1) - 1 = 13 x 10 = 130 gp.
glamour: 1d20 ⇒ 11 Forgetting
Age: 1d100 ⇒ 78 × 10 = 780 years old
Lifespan Immortal
Height 2′6′′ +: 2d6 ⇒ (5, 6) = 11 3' 5′′ (Small)
Weight 50 +: 3d10 ⇒ (3, 4, 6) = 13 = 63 lbs