"It's ok Cinnamon" Drysl said as he picked the jar of fireflies up and put it back on the desk. He then said "And to answer your question I feed the fireflies berry juice from different berries and it causes them to change colors." Drysl then petted Cinnamon a couple times and then sat down on his bed.

Tea looked for an empty spot out against a wall, he sat down, curled his legs and began to meditate.

He gave a sigh of relief, "Thank you Drysl, I believe that was your name?" He became relaxed with his eyes closed, almost drifting away from reality, but actually he was falling over about to pass out.

Pick strolled into the hermit's loghouse and began shedding his armor. His clothes underneath were drenched in sweat and stained with blood belonging to both him and various monsters. He was ready to put his feet up, and glad to be out of the elements. The sting of the mushrooms still lingered, but he was feeling much better now that he could finally rest. 

After a while of resting Pick asked the group, "so, where is everyone from. I think we've been through enough to divulge a little bit about each other."

Cedric walked towards the table and put down a tea pot and a teacup

"The name's Cedric, i can craft weapons and shoot animals" Cedric said to Pick

"And you are?"
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Cedric, instead of pouring tea into a teacup, he poured tea in a regular cup.

[OOC: Sorry, i messed up my typing.]

"Pick, I'm a thief. I'm heading towards Adeluna City to hone my skills." He said fiddling with his theives' tools. 

Claribel couldn't answer Pick's question nor partake in any lovely yet quickly-prepared tea, for she was still outside with her cloak stuck in a tree. She didn't struggle nor call out for any help, but rather stood there very calmly to carefully unravel it and pull it free.

"To be honest, i'm not a craftsman nor a hunter, i'm not a wanderer either" Cedric said with a seriousness in his tone.

"I do what i think is right"

"I can and I will execute corrupt government officials" Cedric explained

"Yet, I don't do it for personal gain, I do it for the better of humanity"

 [OOC: In short, Cedric is a vigilante, I personally don't want him to come out as edgy or cheesy. So if I am making him seem like it, please inform me"

Before Tea's head hit the floor, he caught himself about to sleep. He looked around making sure no one saw his embarrassing moment, after checking each individual he notice Claribel wasn't here. 

"Umm, has Claribel come inside the house yet?" Tea asked, still a little tired.

"I suppose that extends to thieves too?" Pick asked Cedric with a smile, "I hope you never find me at the business end of your crossbow." He was still playing with his thieves' tools absentmindedly. 

His attention kept darting towards the chest. He remembered reading something about it in Drysl's journal. What was in there? What secret was he hiding? 

"No, don't steal from friends." Pick thought to himself as he managed to pry his thoughts back to the conversation at hand and away from the beckoning chest. His gaze shifted to Cedric and his crossbow. 

Pick figured with enough underhanded tactics he could probably take the human, or at the very least escape from him, but he wasn't itching to find out. It's wise to choose one's battles after all.

Then he heard Tea's question and blinked, dumbfounded.

"I totally forgot about her." Pick said, his smile slightly fading.