So finally the day arrived, or so Sparky said. Carefully, Tondrek began to take down the improvements to the chamberpots that he was working on; he was sure the Silent Lumpy Man wouldn't appreciate them.
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Eventually, the Silent Lumpy Man lead him to the Lava Pit, though the smells led Tondrek the rest of the way near the end. Though he had never been there, Tondrek had a taste for Marsher food, and devowered it whenever possible. The decor, however, was entirely lost on him, though he did mutter something about
"portable portals to fiery fire" when he saw the various grills.
When the two arrived, the rest were mostly seated. Tondrek waved the wave of a happy child, even waving at (the now bigger) Big Sour Man. Once he sees the food, however, he forgets to notice anyone waving back and begins to dig in, eating the spiciest food on the table.
Isida Kep'Tukari said:
Your warforged waitress is particularly taken with Tondrek’s companion, the mechanical rat Sparky. She takes a second to look at him or pet him every time she goes by the table (and since such spicy foods require copious amounts of drink, that’s very often). Sparky take a moment to heat up his skin at the fire and demand a good polishing from Tondrek. He wants to look good for his fans.
Each time the 'forged waitress comes over and pets Sparky, Tondrek beams up at her, the signs of his meal running down his face. He did carefuly polish Sparky, with practiced ease.
"Careful, forgey 'forge, he likes metal. And so do I! (hiccup)"
Isida Kep'Tukari said:
“So, what have you guys been up to?"
As the meal lulls into conversation, Tondrek notices the group of strange, armorless 'forged at the other table. He turns around in his chair and stares at them openly and naively, fascinated by their difference. He barely hears Arimat's question, and doesn't turn around to answer.
"I play sneaky-sneak with Silent Lumpy Man. We go down the hole!" He giggles a bit to himself.
Though he is sure to attract strange looks from the unusual 'forged, if they turn, he'll wave to them cheerfully. The next time the waitress comes around, he tugs at her doublet and points at the other table.
"'Cuse, but why they do that? Doesn't no shell hurt?"
[OOC: Knowledge check by Tondrek to see what he knows about 'shellless forged']