Sarne listened to Iona and admired her for her determination. Taking some food as well and eating it. Sarne smiled at Iona "Princess warrior I wish we had more of those in the kingdom. and I never used the word stupid. More like caution is what I was suggesting. Princess." Sarne explained.

Sarne looked into the fire watching the flames dance and the pop of the wood. his mind drifts back to some other times in his past talking around a fire. it was nice just to sit and talk and meet new people.

Taking a sip of his tea Sarne looked at the others "I can help with hunting it is one of my strong points. What is it your hunting for Princess?" asked Sarne.

Sarris remained a bit quiet. The things a giant would hunt would consider her to be prey or worst a pest. Sure she could use her bow but that did not make one a hunter. It was more in the way you thought about thing. Sarris lived for the moment and really did not plan for the future. As she knew it the future was that someday she would die.

Living for the moment meant one thing at the moment, berry tarts.

Sarris tried something different, she pictured larger tarts. Thicker crusts, more berries, and more cream. Berries warm and cream cold. With some concentration, she produced tarts as large as a man’s hands for the group.
She presented one to the Princess.
“Your highness this is one of my favorite deserts,” she said handing one over.
She curtsied as her mother had taught her.
It did not hurt that the princes could throw her like a log if she chose.

She passed tarts out to others.

Iona looked at the start with questing eyes as she licked her lips. Her people usually fixed cakes, brownies, and even cookies but not tarts. She examined the contents and grabbed it. Sniffing it, she smelt the berry flavored. It was alright but Iona never had fruit desert. Placing in her mouth, she immediately tasted the berries and didn't want to insult the cooking. Swallowing, she cleared her throat and said. "The Tart is something."

She turned to Sarne and said." I am hunting a giant boar and I plan to wear its hide as a trophy."

Beist took and ate a tart as well, his tail swaying behind him. He liked the tart a lot, and especially appreciated that it was larger than usual. Fruit was one of his favorite things to eat and he had an appetite that fit someone his size.

"Thank you very much for the tart." he said to Sarris before turning to Iona, interested in what she was talking about.

"A boar, you say? It must be some boar for a princess to be on the hunt for it! Is it a special kind of boar, perhaps a magical beast? I have some interest in magical beasts. I find them quite fascinating. I wonder if I could help at all with this hunt of yours. With your permission, of course. I wouldn't want to intrude if this hunt must be done alone. I'm afraid I'm not quite familiar with any kind of royal etiquette for such a thing." he said excitedly, but trying to sound respectful at the same time.

He was excited about the idea of seeing a magical boar and his excitement was difficult for him to hide. All of his emotions were difficult for him to hide, really, thanks to his tail and ears giving them away constantly.

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