( the little makeshift table? alright. felicity will join him then, setting her plate and two cups of tea down. she's content to add a splash of cream and a decent amount of sugar to hers, but leaves his own alone.

the marks are... hm. that does explain some things, in a sense. )

My name is Felicity, by the way. We're in a place called Aldric's Grove.

( between polite bites of her own meal- )

Time's faker than fake, and nothing about this place makes sense. But we've got a good group of people here, for what it's worth.