Snoring in the confined space of the caravan for almost the entirety of the ride, Andre dreamed about booze and a delicious food. Drool dripped out of his smiling face and down his cheeks as he imagined he was eating absurdly large legs of lamb in one hand and drinking a barrel of mead in the other. Gluttony is a thought that a monk shouldn't typically have, but then again everyone's got their vices and in this case food was his, including wrath. Actually especially wrath due to his short fuse to match his height. Just don't mention his height to him unless someone desired a blast of light magic in the face or a foot in the rear, which ever came first.[color=ed145b] "Hehehehe, baby pour some more of that booze..."[/color] Okay whatever he was dreaming about now certainly wasn't pure. 

When the wagon halted to a stop Andre hit his head against the wooden frame of the caravan, causing him to wake up with a lump on the back of his head. [color=ed145b]"Dammit that hurt!"[/color] He muttered to himself as he made his way out of the caravan with the rest of the volunteers to help set up camp for the night. However he halted when he heard that someone was offering bread and water as rations. Bread and water? How the hell did they think any troop was going to get any sustenance from wheat? [color=ed145b]"What kind of fucking stupidity is this? We're soldiers armed with weapons. Why not go out and hunt for food for the night?"[/color] Before Andre volunteered for the army that's how he had to survive on his own. He had to hunt down wild game and then kill it so he could have something to eat for the night. At first it was hard to kill something deer, but a guy's got to do what a guy's got to do. 

[color=ed145b]"I'm going to go and get some real food. If any of you are satisfied with bread then you can all stay here, but if you want to come with then be my guest."[/color] He offered to no one in particular.