Lunamor

Became Frenchtoastmunks.

Unfortunately, he was allergic to pancakes.

Is it on Scadrial?

Balat?

Shallan?

It hurt. But he didn’t have an allergic reaction! (Although he probably got a concussion.)

Lunamor just shook his head. ”Shard of Thought, if you even get a hint that Dapper is going to serve someone white, please confiscate the bottle.” “Good choice.” Lunamor bustled into the kitchen and returned a short while later bearing a plate stacked high with 9 pancakes. He placed it in front of Silva. ”Pancakes, fresh from the griddle.” He also placed a bottle of syrup and a pat of butter on a plate next to them, just in case.

“Nooooo! Do not drink that!” Lunamor snatched the drink out of Ark’s hand. ”He is much too strong! Bean nearly died a moment ago because he drank that!” He wagged a finger in front of Dapper’s face. ”This drink is only for Horneaters! Do not serve him to lowlanders!”

“Um, yes, I can,” he says, embarrassed about the attention. He places his hands on both sides of Bean’s head, and his glow fades as he starts to knit back together. A gash on the side of his head shrinks, and new teeth appear. Once the wound on his head was small enough that it could heal on his own, he stopped, needing to conserve his Stormlight. “He should be good from here,” he says.

When they arrive, Renarin is trying to hide his laughter from hearing Lunamor’s story. He rushes to Bean and requests that Shard of Thought remove his bandages.

Lunamor finds Renarin, who immediately gives the bridge four salute. He tells him to get lots of Stormlight, so he grabs a few emerald broams. He lashes them both back towards the Happy Inquisitor to get there as quickly as possible, explaining the situation on the way.

“I will see if I can find a Radiant that can heal him...” He lashes himself down the street, wincing slightly at the bruises he suffered from the collision.

I highly doubt that Gallant would appreciate being called a pet.

Winnererest

“Not yet. But he is a very, very drunk man...” Lunamor steps outside. ”I am going to try and keep him from hurting anyone or breaking things.” He draws on Stormlight from the spheres in his pockets, then lashes himself in Bean’s direction.

Winnerer

They all had to rescue princess and fight giant monkeys.

Liar liar pants on fire

“Dapper, no more serving white to customers without asking me first. Is too dangerous.”

Lunamor rushes in from the kitchen. ”I told him that was bad idea!” He brings with him a small bottle. ”Lopen used to do this stupid thing frequently to attempt to impress girls. I used to always keep this on me just in case he would decide to do it again. He has Stormlight now, but I knew that their was the possibility of other airsick lowlanders attempting to do this. I have seen many unfortunates in taverns try and do this, although none have had such a severe reaction before.” He uncapps the bottle and holds it under Bean’s nose. His eyes snap open and he hacks out quite a few coughs. ”This thing that you have done, he is stupid. Never do that again,” he said, recapping the bottle. “Your throat will be sore for few days. Now go home and rest. Drink plenty of water. No food for rest of day.” He walks off, grumbling about how he thought that he was done giving that speech to airsick lowlanders.

Winner winner chicken dinner

“Are you sure? This drink, he can be dangerous to those who are not Horneaters. He is very, very strong.”

King

Now I win

Ok. Pew pew!