Barry sniffed at the food, before helping himself with one of the steaks. He took a bite, and took his time to savour it. He finally swallowed, and looked at Necrox. ''I start to doubt in my own skills of cooking. The meat is cooked at the exact temperature, and it's still pink. And the meat is properly cutted: it's flesh is tender, juicy and almost melts. Congrats to our chief for a good meal!''
"P-Please don't. I blush r-r-really easily." Necrox mumbled, his face turning a light red. "E-Either way, we sh-should get to eating."
Stanford eyes lit up after hearing steak. He quickly nabbed on and began scarfing it down till nothing remained. "My complements... To the chef."
Barry took another bite from his steak, motionning towards a plate to Ria. He swalloed his bite before speaking, ''Well enjoy yourself. The food's there for a reason, and it's to be consummed around good company!''
''Earth, huh? You seem really connected to Gaia and Ouranos from what i've seen. I thought they had disappeared and weren't interfering here anymore.'' Barry chewed his steak.
"It's in my DNA." said Ria, spearing a piece of lettuce. "I literally have to do what is best for the four elements."
''So Pyro and Atlandide's are in the party too? Looks like he'll have a long to talk about when i go back home. Ria, I'll have to talk about a little something with you someday. When we're done with our job, that is.''
"Oh. But, miss, when a living creature dies, it goes back into the earth. If not, I'll just tade you my salad for your steak." Necrox said. "Everything in my shop dies of natural causes."
"Fair enough." Necrox responded, swapping her steak for his salad. "Although, I'm not on the menu, either." he said, chuckling.
Stanford quickly gobbled down another, pretending to pay attention to the current conversation. "Yes, yes, salads. Meats. Cannibalism..."
"It's no problem at all, miss." Necrox responded. (Time skip time) After everyone was finished eating, Necrox gathered all the silverware, plates and bowls, and quickly ate them, a horrible crunch echoing with each bite. "So, I was wondering if you all have seen this symbol before." he reached for a cultist's cloak and set it on the table.
(Can you describe the symbol?) Stanford looked morbidly at Necrox before looking over at the cloak, examine it closely. "No, can't say I've seen recently..."
() "Hmm... Maybe as graffiti? Maybe some form of jewelry?" Necrox mused, trying to get at least one response.
"Well, I might be able to get some information from some buddies back in forces. You got a paper I can sketch this out on?" He fidgeted around a little, questions racing through his head. "Has the been seen anywhere but these cloaks? Are then any similarities between the people who wear these? Is there an area where these are mainly found?" He droned on with questions.
