Jalias

Jalias observes from the tree line as the rest of his adventuring party breaks their fast around the campfire, his arms crossed as he leans his shoulder against an old oak tree. Priscilla and Regalia play gleefully around his feet, and the corner of his lips twitch slightly upwards in what could almost pass for a smile before his eyes drift back to his party. Finally, once the fire smolders and is almost out does he approach, his usual stoic expression on his face as he takes a seat beside you.

“What are we eating this morning?”

He rumbles in question, his eyes flicking over to yours briefly before drifting away to peer at his foxes playing nearby once more.