[img=http://i.imgur.com/UPINOf1.png]

[b][u]Aliquam: La Mansión de Cervántes[/u][/b]

Lute woke up early as usual, although he might have done so a few hours earlier than his norm thanks to Lucien. The summoner had a far too grand time recounting the tales of that accursed utensil. [i]“The haunted spoon… It creeps up on unsuspecting sleeping people… And stabs them in the eye!”[/i] Or something like that. In any case, the virtuoso donated the bed to Lucien and slept near the fireplace because the haunted spoon was, for some reason, scared of fire. Delilah, of course, had been outright skeptical of the story but it was better to be safe than missing an eye.

The next morning, Lute checked on Lucien to see if the haunted spoon had indeed visited the boy, but the summoner looked fine. “I guess angels were watching over him,” The young man yawned as he left the room and headed over to the kitchen. It was a habit of his that when he woke up he’d make breakfast for himself, but a cook was already there. Of course. So, Lute did the second best thing and volunteered to gather herbs from the garden.

“Good morning mi- Xandra,” He chirped at the metallurgist who had gotten up early as well. She laughed and left quickly, leaving Lute to wonder if he had anything on his face. When he returned to the kitchen with his basket of sage, Lute noticed that Dylan and Aria were already at the table. The chef moved in and arranged the breakfast on the table, so he decided to brew a cup of coffee for himself and the others.

“Morning!” The white-haired man said as he placed Aria’s cup near her face, then slid a saucer with four round white pills in between her and the matter artist. “Make sure to eat something before taking the meds.”