Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20170522170711/@comment-27550231-20170704025634

Praetor is unable to contain his smile, though he could die of hunger he never found much reason to do so. The goddess that watched over him ensured that he was always fed and should be not want to eat she made sure he didn't need to. But now that he was scorned by her, abandoned like a dog that has grown past its cute phase, he feels the months of fasting catching up to him.

He fights the urge to slobber, the urge to consume the steak as it is, need to fill the void in his gut which the contents of his plate.

"Layoka... Cut my food into small pieces please."

"So the mutt let you live. Heh... Not to be rude If I were in his position you would not be here, but then I would not be here either. Funny how that works isn't it? We spent a better half of a day tearing your old home apart and yet you are the one who comes to my aid."

"So tell me. Why did you help me. What magic event have you the sympathy to save me other than the need for another sword?"