"You're drinking it wrong, you need to add a bit of honey to make it taste the way it is" Cedric told Tea

"It's supposed to taste like cocoa with a hint of bitterness" 

"Why didn't you add honey to the pot?" Tea asked a little irritated, he didn't see the point of holding a vital ingredient for people add themselves later.

"I did add honey! I guess it wasn't enough! Give me a break!" Cedric said, standing up and grabbing the jar of honey and adding it into the teapot

"Are you happy now?" Cedric asked Tea

Claribel must have been totally out of it or something, I don't know, because, when she finally untangled herself, she had realized that she hadn't been listening to anyone who had run outside and run inside again and told their stories. She felt a sharp pain in her head which made her think she had been hit with a stone–if it weren't for the fact that no stone had been thrown at all. With her cloak finally untangled, she let out a soft sigh and pressed a hand to her head with a light healing spell.

"I'm just.. going to go," she whispered to herself as her eyes fell somewhere upon the ground, a finger lifted and pointed off in a random direction. She lifted her head, then drew in a deep breath to let it out in a determined huff, not one to feel sad for so long. "Let's see if we can't find that Duchy of Egjora!" The woman pulled her backpack a little tighter and turned to begin making her way off into the forest again.

[OOC: I'm sorry; everyone just moves way too quickly. Feel free to stop me, but I'm no Speedy Gonzales.]

[OOC: It's cool, I go through the same thing. Each time I get home, everyone is done roleplaying]

Cinnamon lay resting on the blanket when it occurred to her that she had seen Claribel at all since they got to the house! She got up and lept up onto the window sill, and flicked the latch that held the window shut. Then she pushed the window open and jumped out. She looked around, and saw Claribel walking off with her pack on her shoulder. Cinnamon chased after her and "hey don't forget to take me with you! How are you supposed to teach me how to read if I'm not with you!" And with that Cinnamon left the others to accompany Claribel on a new adventure!
 [OOC Hey guys I'm going to leave this thread too I had fun with you guys but I'm getting a bit bored of this thread and want to go onto new adventures so I asked Claribel in a message for permission to join her and she said I could. So bye guys have fun! 
Ps. Figure out what's in that chest will ya? I'll keep reading this thread to follow your adventures I'd like to know what's in it!]

Pick fell asleep, but woke up after a few hours. Being an elf, he only needed a few. Not like these humans. Though he was unsure on the sleep habits of half-elves. He was the first one up, and he had nothing to do, but look at the chest he wasn't supposed to open. What could be in there? Probably something that reminds Drysl of his past life before the forest or his secret to living so long. If that was the case Pick had to know. He couldn't stand having information being kept from him, real or imagined. He checked on Drysl to make sure he was still asleep.

Pick then moved silently to the chest, maybe I can just look through the key hole." He thought to himself. He crouched down, peered through the hole, and saw darkness and lock mechanics. Pick rolled his eyes at himself and took out his thieves tools. He double checked to make sure everyone was still asleep.

"Oh no I fell and my tools slipped into the key hole." He whispered to himself in mock surprise as he slid his lockpick into the keyhole of the lock. He pressed pin after pin and felt each one click into place. The lock popped open and he sat there a moment, preparing himself for whatever lie inside his chest. Pick took a deep breath and opened the chest. 

The lid of the large chest was now open inside was of it was another Chest that fit perfectly inside of the large chest this new chest didn't have and visible locks or key holes it didn't even have a seam where the lid would separate from the box it just silver lined carvings of dragons all over with ruby eyes, there was also another peculiar thing about this chest there was singing coming from it, it was a woman's voice singing sweetly in a strange and long forgotten language the carved dragons all started coming alive and we're breaking free from the chest their glistening ruby eyes focusing on pick while their split tongues licked the air they rose up and crouched on the chest ready to spring out at pick. Drysl snapped awake at the sound of the singing he rushed over to the large chest and slammed the lid shut, the room suddenly went very dark as if it was night outside a strong gust was blowing around the house papers that were sitting on the desk were now flying everywhere the flame in the fireplace blazed like it was alive and excited Drysl's robe flapped wildly around in the wind and his eyes blazed with a firey anger as he stared at pick and said in a loud commanding voice"Child! " Drysl paused and he immediately calmed the wind stopped blowing the fire returned to its gentle flicker the papers settled and Drysl's eyes returned to their normal calmness Drysl sighed and mumbled to himself "their young and curious they don't understand. "He then said to pick in a stern voice "Do not open this chest under any circumstances, it's lock because of who would come should its contents be exposed it is too dangerous to not be locked away. This is the whole reason I live here deep in the woods by myself where no one goes, I live here to guard this chest and keep the world from the disaster that would occur should it ever be opened." Drysl then turned and looked back at the chest he could still hear the singing "but how?" He thought then he noticed the hairline crack in the lid from him slamming it shut. "Oh…" He said then shouted "Quick help me take this out side! We have to burry it now!"

Tea was asleep, soundly at that, but then music woke him, "Such a nice rhythm." He said with his opening and a smile on his face. Though the smile quickly became a concerning frown, "Pick wha-" Before he could finished his question, Drysl flew across his bed and to the chest, shutting it firmly. Everything had gone mad, Tea stood quickly taking a martial stance, there was so much movement he couldn't exactly focus.

Then everything became calm, he then heard Drysl speak, he listen carefully. "What in the gods nam-" And yet he still couldn't finish a sentence, Drysl commanded help to bury the chest. Tea took a side of the chest, "Welp let's hurry then, But I want answers." Tea stated

Pick was astonished at the speed of the old man. He stood as the heavy lid was slammed shut. As the room grew dark he found he could not see through it as normal. It frightened him. He helped the two others move the chest out. He was uncharacteristically silent the entire time.