Shadow Slayers

Clarissa nodded and with a sweep of her hand, the material molded and adjusted in shape within the man's arms. "There you are."

Luair then excused herself from the room saying, 'I will go and create this 'cake' in the kitchen!'
She dashed to where she remembered it was, and was greeted by an array of ingredients and other things she did not recognise. Her first idea was to find a cooking book; one lay in the corner. She brushed off the dust that clung to it, and began the search for the 'cake'. She stopped at a picture that caught her surprise.




'Whipped Strawberry Cake with Chocolate Shavings.' she read aloud, unfamiliar with half of those following words. Nevertheless the illustration that covered a good section of the page looked delicious. 'I will try to make this!' she said to egg herself on and then read the ingredients.

To her dismay she couldn't quite understand many of them. Chocolate, cream... all these to her sounded like foreign imported goods from the far east. Nevertheless she persisted with her plan, thinking of a solution to get around this problem. She would match the ingredients to the ones shown in the images. She would also familiarise herself with the words in the process; a perfect way to get things done. She nodded, tied an apron around her and got to work. First off were the staples, she pulled across a chair and stood on it to reach the pantry, hoisting off a medium sized bag of flour, then sugar. She then plucked three eggs that were packaged in a container and set all three of these items in a row. She then looked for the red objects that lined the top of the cake, which she would later learn to be strawberries. To her luck, in a similiar box to the eggs were an array of fruits including strawberries. She had one to taste, and was delighted at its vivid and sweet flavour. She restrained herself from eating any further; the cake was for Osseus after all.

'Cream?' she said, as she saw the next ingredient. It sounded like an old ritual spell she once heard. Luair pondered about the unknown, mysterious substance and in fine print she noticed the sentence, 'If you do not have cream, opt for a chocolate sauce.' Another thing she did not understand. But then she remembered, there was a pot that had chocolate written on it. It was in the same pantry as the flour and sugar and Luair pulled it down, almost tipping the lot in the process. She popped the lid open and peered inside. 'I- I will check the book!' She rushed over and found a recipe detailing the process. 'Add milk, butter and sugar and boil in a pan?' she said, following the instructions as best as she could. Lighting the cooker, she laid the pot down and turned to finishing the rest.

She combined the flour, sugar and eggs then threw in a slab of butter. This half was ready to be fired in the oven. She singed the hem of the apron in her attempt to light it, but once she was sucessful the cake batter went in. All this time however, she hadn't checked the sauce.

'Oh my goodness!' The sauce was more like a goop of the murky depths, resembling the skin of fearens. She pulled it away, burning her fingers as she did and put it to the side. She wagged her hand a tad to ease the pain, but decided to not waste time trying to do anything more. She sat watching the cake rise; a bid to avoid the disaster of the sauce. In some time, passed by Luair singing some folk songs it was ready to take out. She used a towel to protect her hands and pulled it out. Before the mass of black could harden, she then tipped the sauce on the cake letting it trickle down the sides. Finally she placed three strawberries on top. And... it was ready!

Zerah beamed with hope at the thought that he may get a new pair of arms! Ones that would make him look more normal than what he currently had. "I would love to come along! Thank you!" He said, cheerily.

The imp looked back towards Manasa, a scowl seeming to be spread across the woman's face. Was she upset with him? His words must have not been the answer she had been looking for, but there was not much he could do. With every conversation leading to an awful situation, then this was no different. Perhaps he'd try patching things up with her once his new arms were made, should this weaponsmith know how to craft them. He frowned at Manasa and turned back towards the two.

"Lead the way!"

"Yeah I made pudd-"  He was immediately cut off as Gremlon continued on his verbal tangent, struggling to find a  decently long break in his ramblings to speak up. His face almost seemed frozen in place, his mouth agape slightly as he looked onward wide eyed before finally finding the means to speak again. He exhaled deeply, preparing a simple response to the little guy. Then again, it wasn't too fair to call him little considering their similarity in height, and especially considering how even the shortest members saw him as tiny.

"Osseus. My name's Osseus," He held out his hand to shake the goblin's, taking note of its bony texture. He avoided eye contact for a split second, looking for any sign of Luair. He then hardened his resolve to include small talk in their encounter.

"I don't know much about goblins anyways. I've been compared to you guys a lot, so I'm guessing it has something to do with collecting a lot of shit," He sheepishly remarked, opening his bag with one hand and showing off his collection of herbs, knives, and other assorted goodies in his messenger bag slung on his shoulder. 

After minutes of wandering, Luair spotted Osseus in the distance followed by someone slightly lesser in height. She couldn't pinpoint exactly who they were at this distance, so she called out to them both.

'Osseus, greetings! I come with a well known treat around here called a 'cake'! I have created it myself to give you!' She held her cooking, smiles all around. She looked at the other person that was with him.

'I believe you are Gremlon, correct?' she said, noticing his arms were only bone. 'Greetings! What do you think of my 'cake'?

"Luair, I-!" He jerked his head in her direction, his gaze falling on the cake offered to him. Granted, it looked like a molten mess of random ingredients, but it was adorable, in a way. Adorable in the sense that he would be the one who could actually cook in the relationship rather than her-
He slapped himself mentally at projecting those kinds of thoughts, since there was no way she could know about his ridiculous emotions. Before he could accept her gift, he held out his hands.

"I made rice pudding with Manasa, and I thought you'd like some, since I figured you'd like something like that," He held out his pudding to Luair, wishing with all of his might that she'd accept his present. Then again, this was about unnecessary payback. He cleared his throat and attempted to clear up the situation in the least sappy way possible.

"The only way you really have to pay me back for everything is to keep living. That's all I really need, after all,"

He cringed at himself at the response, knowing the goblin would tease him relentlessly in front of her.

She came upon a room that seemed fairly rummaged through, so she decided to see if she could find anything to replace her charred robes.
Galystris looked throught the closet for things that fit her.
She found something that was about the same color of her old robe, but the length was much different.
Galystris shrugged and tried it on, with some pants underneath.
It was rather tight, and shorter than anything she had gone anywhere in before, and maybe...
Screw it, she felt hot as a goddamned bonfire.
All the burns that weren't on her face were covered, and the fabric didn't seem as if it would tear easily.
She felt pretty good about herself.
Galystris decided there was no harm in brushing down her hair and letting to fall into it's curly texture like it was before it was well, charred off.
Gear that was easy to move in, covered her up, and made her look good.
Aww hell yeah.