Abraham was contently satisfied after finishing his meal and a mug of dwarf brew, and he sighed peacefully before glancing to his other companions. At first, the Templar was all shades of surprised when he saw Wind impressively begin to devour his second plate of food without concern; Abraham did not often encounter an elf with such an appetite. Although, the aged man's bewildered amusement quickly faded when Celeste was nearly knocked off her stool from a single sip of dwarven spirit. After casting a disapproving leer at the dwarves whose blustering laughter was aimed at the already fragile mage, Abraham tentatively patted Celeste's shoulder until her choking fit subsided.
"If it's any consolation, the first taste is always the harshest," He said to her as he withdrew his smoking pipe and tobacco tin, beginning to stuff the fragrant substance into the intricate briarwood pipe, "Not that I would suggest something as strong a dwarven drink to someone unaccustomed to alcohol, anyhow."
Once his smoking pipe was full, Abraham struck a match and took a moment to carefully ignite the fine cinnamon-scented tobacco within it. A few moments passed before he soon began to exhale one elegant plume after another, savoring the scent and taste with every breath. "Now that I think about it," Abraham remarked, using a softened tone as a sad shadow briefly hazed his evergreen-colored gaze, "I never was very fond of drinking until I started smoking."
Savoring a moment of wordless silence, the aged Templar side-glanced at Celeste and studied her all too familiar disposition. Her withered confidence and withdrawn attitude rang a familiar chord within Abraham, and he considered the man she mentioned, Gabriel, in careful contemplation. While Abraham was not one who preferred to jump to conclusions or to stick his nose into others' business, he soon came to believe that this young mage's deceased Templar companion was more than merely an assigned comrade.
Shaking his head to dispell his brooding, Abraham sighed after exhaling a particularly long breath of cinnamon-scented smoke. "It's damn difficult losing folks you care for, ain't it?" He mumbled quietly to Celeste before ordering himself a second mug of powerful dwarven liquor.
Edited by FreemasonGamer, 02 January 2016 - 09:17 PM.