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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Otiroth" data-source="post: 7418402" data-attributes="member: 6939031">Otiroth: The Carven DoorA nod to the dwarf, and Otiroth would briefly go to his pack, pulling out some rations. They were doing well in that regard, as far as actual physical and base sustenance went, but Otiroth had to admit... eating nothing but hardtack was wearing on his spirit more than his stomach! It mattered little, ultimately- he was just spoiled, perhaps.Either way, it was good the dwarf was hungry."What do you hunger for, friend dwarf? Rations will be as rough on the stomach as anything," especially if the dwarf had note eaten real food for awhile, but Otiroth wasn't about to scold some dwarf and tell him to eat slowly like he was a child, "but a bit of flavor is not entirely out of the question."Depending on what the dwarf answered, he could flavor the rations as such- maybe even chill or warm them, too, before handing the small wrapped pack over to their demihuman companion. Otiroth enjoyed using his mysticism in such a way, to try and make someone's day at least a bit more pleasant. It was mundane application, but sometimes using the fantastic to assist the mundane was the best they could do.<Prestidigitation to flavor the food><Insight check=10></blockquote>