Namdar Al Sattar Ibn Kourosh (you may call me Namdar), standing straight and confident in his narrow-sleeved djubba tunic, with his djellaba overcoat rolled up under one arm, along with his burnus, or hooded cloak, straightens his simple black kurziyya turban, and assesses the elven magician and says, amused:
"Well, good lady, I have trained myself in the facets of basic survival in the wilds, so I do occasionally indulge in the culinary and gastronomic arts, though not enough to really refer to myself as being "skilled" in it - I could probably put together a bark and grass sandwich for your elven majesty."
He readjusts his ever-out-of-place izar, the square material wrapped around him which can double as a head covering or even tablecloth, but which is usually displayed as a complicated sash, awaiting any other thoughts from the rest of the party.
Well Mister Namdar and all the after names you better brush up on your cooking skills because I get a tummy ache if I don't have my broth on time.
I wonder how a bark and grass sandwhich tastes like, is that like a local dish for you? I have my guarded rations thankfully, good luck with the cooking Krusten like you'll be needing it.
A young man steps forward with confidence into the party's sight. "I am Lionel Cortez and I have heard you are looking for a few other members to join your group. Could you use a sorcerer in you group?" he says with a smile, knowing the answer.
Now I admit I don't have much to offer as of right now, but I have my uses, and my powers will grow. Currently I can detect poison, and magic, create light in my hand, open and close small items, comprehend any languages we meet, and in the why of offense I can summon monsters. Do you think my skills could be of use to you? I have also chosen not to have a familiar, but instead work toward becoming a master of meta magic.
A pause from Dungeons & Dragons 3.5 Play By Post Party Thread to share wise words from way back when:
Today is: 19th September (GMT), in history on the 19th of September, 1602 AD the following event happened:
Grave surrenders to Earl Mauritius